we stand next to each other by the river in a late october night
the wind blows and i put my arms around you
i kiss the top of your head and silently say
im here forevermore

you say you’re not a poet but
with a girl like that,
how could you speak
anything less than
the stars?
-a.c.b

i'm lost,
not on a place,
but on the words
you used to say.

There is art
In your heart
Painting pictures
When I lay
My head down on your chest

There are songs in your eyes
Singing lullabies
When you hover
Pin me down
With your stare

There is a poem
On the tip
Of your tongue
I taste it
When I kiss you

You are tortured
Stereotyped
My jaded lover
I hear it
When you won't talk

The sunrise
The car
The music
An empty street

And so we kissed

And then I had to touch your lips to make sure they were real
Was that softness real?

Mint
Beer
You

And that mole
And your **** face

My Angel, will you fade away?
Will you let me stay?

Evert night at 2 AM
Different poems are written
Different words are scribbled
Different papers are crumpled
But only one thought she had
Yet, word can't help her convey the feelings
"Empty" has much more than herself
"Sad" is not sadder than she thought
"Broken" is more whole than her
"Hurting" ain't just bleeding just like her
And when words can't take the role
It's the blade that play with her
Every cuts has meaning
Everything is her unreleased feeling