I'm going mad for you
The good kind of insane
I would rather go crazy for you
Than be with anyone else and sane

You are close enough
To reach out and touch but too
Far away to feel

I see the hurt reflected in your eyes
A sad, sapphire, sea of enormous size
I'm drowning in the depths of your deep despair
It kills me to know I'm the reason for the pain in your stare.

No one can know your pain
Not nearly as well as yourself
But the rope won't take it away
It just gives it to someone else

i want my poems to have teeth.  
i want my words to cut,
to maim, to bleed.
with verses, i will raze
empires. with stanzas,
i will turn thrones to dust.
with nothing but a bit
of silver on my tongue,
i will take the life of god.

i’ll ply that same *****
like honey, taste the sweet
nothings dripping
between knocking knees.
quake and quiver for me,
let me slip, furtive
as nightshade
to sate your curiosity.

feel the weight of veracity
in these fingers patiently
transcribing forgotten melodies,
compressing ivory keys
to sing of all that was lost
and what was gained
from the process.