Her body's soft glow
creates moonbeams in my eyes.
I was always blind.

You told me ghosts are make-believe,
but how can you dismiss this feeling of emptiness,
a hollowness that grates itself against my bones,
sending surges of unspoken pain through every limb,
rupturing the veins that keep me alive,
you have left and now i'm deprived.

The ghost of you remains in my mind,
your scent lingers in the air wherever I go,
i'm still finding your hair laced carefully across pillowcases,
your shirt lies on my cold, hard floor,
my arms ache with longing,
yet you say ghosts don't exist,
and I have lost my sense of belonging.

I missed saying your
      name to you,
I missed how you say mine,
      always with such
            certainty,
you always take your time.

I missed the way you talk
      to me, your words,
they make me blind, so
      completely sure of
             yourself,
my darkness turns to light,
       now that you're back
             in my life.

I don't want you to go,
I want you to stay,
I don't want you to be so far away.

Your flight's taking off,
in just a few days,
and then you will be in San Francisco Bay.

I told you I'd send you
little reminders throughout the day,
just in case your smile fades.

I don't want you to go,
I want you to stay.

I asked you not to go,
and now you've asked me to stay.
I couldn't even imagine going away.

I wish I could write forever,
I wish my thoughts
          never stopped thinking in rhymes,
          never stopped counting syllables,
          never stopped making metaphors.
I want to be the poem,
I want to be the art.

The emptiness I feel with her
carves a hollowness within my soul
so large is the cave between my ribs
her numbing cries create echoes.

Hands tied to hers though nothing's left
we try so hard to forever forget about
the loneliness that hangs heavy between us
the memories we've failed, the love we doubt.

We collapse and cry holding one another
but we refuse to let our passion go
our misery feeding off of each other
our poisonous love is drowning us slow.

The overwhelming sensation that takes over my body
when I am no longer in control
but knowing that she has everything under control
is the sexiest feeling my body has known.

She is a siren.
She sang her song; left me here
to drown. Gasping. Red.

Through the fights,
and the rage,
and the love,
on each page
of our book,
when you give me that look,
the one that says it all,
it proves our passion,
who could resist,
just never give me that very last kiss,
your lips would be mine to forever miss.

What love is worth the time,
if there is no fight?

She is so open and honest
when she talks about love making,
it drives me insane,
it fills me with desire,
my sorry imagination runs wild.
All I want is to be tangled in these sheets with her.
Everything about her is pure.

...and now i'm searching within myself to find my deficits,
you seem to have spotted them easily,
like laced cobwebs along untouched bookshelves.
You say our pieces don't fit together,
we're both puzzles but i'm from the wrong box,
mostly scattered along the dusty shelf.

My trust in you is beyond words,
I hope it's not in vain,
I hope your trust in me is just the same.

My love for you is out of this world,
you kept me sane when I needed you,
I hope your love for me will shine right through.

My generosity towards you is genuine,
no strings attached, nothing to win,
I hope you realize it's not a sin.

My lack of fame shows it all,
without yours would you be here to see me fall?
Your fame wasn't needed,

*to meet was our fate, no other explanation is needed to recall.

death would erase all the pain from my face
that is hidden under a mask by day
and revealed  in the mirror at night when i cry

I know you are
dreaming the
sweetest dreams
tonight, and I'd
like to think it's
because of me.

I cannot think of
a thing to say with so much
love in this country.

I fell down the rabbit hole,
curiously searching for the
Queen of Hearts.

The Red Queen,
known for spilling blood
at the neck, ripping people apart.

Not possibly all bad though.
When I got to that land,
I didn't know which way to go.

I came across a silly cat,
who questioned my sanity.
Yes, I want the Red Queen,
are you surprised? You shouldn't be,
everyone knows I'm as crazy as a bat.

He directed me to the hatter,
as the smallest eye could see,
that he was just as crazy as me.

He understood my troubles,
told him the Red Queen had my heart,
let him know that if she did get to my neck,
the act alone would be a work of art.

He showed me the way to her castle,
we walked and walked all day,
when we finally arrived
he was too scared to stay.

I found her in the garden
crying over broken hedge,
her tears fell and I took her hand,
saying 'please back away from the ledge'.

She wanted things to be beautiful,
but no one understood,
so I painted the roses red for her,
just like she knew I would.

Her tears ceased and she looked into my eyes,
she saw my crazy and understood
that I wouldn't tell her any lies.

She loved me from that moment on,
knew I wouldn't leave,
because when I love, I really love,
there's no use stopping me.

Madness runs through us all,
and if you're lucky you will fall
down the rabbit hole and find
the craziest thing of all;
the one that's been waiting,
the one that's got you mad,
the one that'll catch you in the dark,
and there'll no longer be reason to be sad.

No running water,
just the sweat on children's backs,
they cling to her leg,
disease clouding the air,
they breathe in the heat,
and they sleep in fear.

Five hours they travel,
empty hospital beds await,
she fights for his life,
a seven year old boy,
he still laughs at her stories,
he begins to call her 'momma',
he knows she'll visit again in the morning.

How can I feel safe
when I call you my home but
all the lights are out?

I am a man on a lonely raft,
dehydrated in the middle of the open ocean
I float on.
You are the sparkling saltwater,
enticing me, crystal clear.
*If I indulge, I'll die.
If I resist, I'll die.

Like always,
I think it's all in my head.
Why would this time be
any different than the others?

You have the world at your fingertips and
inside there is an entire universe that I was
ready to explore. To find the deepest cracks
and brush my soft fingers along their jagged
edges so they could remember what it felt
like to feel whole. To press my lips to the
water's edge and set it on your tongue so
you would forget the ache of your thirst.
I'd take your heart in the palm of my hand
and massage every weak spot to remind
you that each heartbreak made you stronger.
Your bones kept you walking, and your
muscles, like gravity, brought you
right to me.

look through the mirror,
     into my soul, not
just a body,
     not just a mold.
                 inside is the universe,
                 the stars in the sky,
                 only beauty can come
                 from your dark mind.
your heart may be broken,
     mine may be too,
together we'll conquer,
     our demons will lose.
                   take my hand, darling,
          fate brought us here today,
     to fight the same battles
before it's too late.

She had the soul of an untamed lioness,
wild, free, on the prowl,
not for prey to satisfy,
but for beating hearts to rip out.
To chew it up between her teeth,
she chose mine to take the beating,
smiling all the while,
never swallowing that part of me down,
heart strings played like harp chords
between her jaw's steel grip,
she'll rip me apart
and I'll love every bit.

My tears are the
drops of saltwater,
splashed onto seashells
that wait to be dragged back
into the ocean, but the tide
always fall short.

My cries are the
winds, whistling through
cracks and drowning out
the children's laughter on
the cool summer day.

My fingers are the crustaceans,
roaming the beach, looking for
comfort, but only finding themselves
preyed upon by the enemy.

Her eyes.
Her eyes are the sky,
shifting from dark to light.
Confused, broken, hurt.
Happy, laughable, loving.

Her words.
Her words are the lightening,
striking down; such
beautiful destruction.

And her laugh.
Her laugh is the music
that filters down to the beach
from the pier, just enough to
make you feel like you're home.

Laughter heard in the dead of night,
deep in the forest one could see a faint light,
drawn to the shadows of the wooded glen,
an enchanting gathering takes place here every now and again.

Creeping silently in the dark,
the crisp air, the smell of aged bark,
one glance and it's clear,
it's the pixie's time of year.

One large circle of mushrooms in a meadow,
broken twigs laid out, making a dainty shadow,
spiderwebs laced around flowers and leaves,
now the faeries crawl down from the very tall trees.

Translucent skin, they're white as snowflakes,
swiftly moving as each body awakes,
they greet each other, kisses on the cheek,
each one with their outfits, looking very unique.

Pale skin giving off a faint glow,
not one of them looking above or below,
all concentration on right here and now,
no limit put on the laughter they allow.

Bare feet glide through the dewy green grass,
their eyes burning bright with each song as they pass,
the dancing seems to go on forever,
their rhymes are so funny, so tricky, so clever.

The most mystical thing one could lay eyes on,
the dancing faeries from night until dawn,
no more joy in the world could ever be seen,
than with these pixies twinkling eternally.

My sleepy eyes search for hers,
as my arm reaches across the empty bed
and I find the pillow still indented from her pretty head.

A hollowness instantly makes my stomach tight,
afraid she's gone without any goodbye,
without her cuddles, I would die.

In this moment I hate the white of the sheets
no longer stained with shadows of her bodies curve,
the sun even shining displays its nerve.

Footsteps in the hall give my heart a start,
the door swings slowly open and a smile forms
as her lips part.

My arms reach out, my lips don't move,
from her throat soft giggles rise
and I feel her light touch my sleepy eyes.

The crisp air sends goosebumps to cover my body,
as she pulls off the blanket to get back into bed,
I pull her in close and turn blue into red.

My eyes are heavy,
my breath is weak,
heartbeat slow,
slowly falling.

How many ways can
I express how much I love
you? Hard to fathom.

You are the closest thing
I have to a star.