She looked down
Her face expressionless
Nobody wondered
Nobody cared
She looked up
A smile on her face
She was fine
Everything was fine

A phone call,
small talk,
feelings and emotions,
a desire to know...

Know the person whom,
you say you love,
you say you care,
you say you want to know....
Before a lifelong commitment.

But can you, know and accept
things which you may not like?
Can you know and accept
a world where once you were not there?
Can you know, accept and still love
me with my past and present,
for a future of us?

Till then, I will lock inside,
feelings which I want to share,
with you whom I love.
Till then I will wait..
Till then I will wait...

Mother didn't hear me
Father wasn't near me
I grew
Up
At the age
Of five.
Now I give my
Ballerina
My daughter,
A much better life.
That's love.
That's what's right.

1:26 am
My eyes are burning
Can't sleep
Can't think
But you're still there
Back of my mind
All of the time
1:27 am
Floor to ceiling
I'm down here
You're up there
I can't take the stairs
That would be the hard way out
1:28 am
I could crush the place down  
Take the easy route
1:29 am
But how
Do I know what to say
When you've watered me
To the ground
1:30 am
And how the **** do I stay
Mad
When you're only
Begging me to blossom
1:31 am
I love you
For taking my heart
And planting it in your garden
1:32 am
I love you still
For letting me grow
1:33 am
But my eyes are burning still
Because what do we have to show?

I once knew a man, he was married to a poet.
He would complain she never remembered to visit her mother.
She never remembered his allergies or his favorite color.
She never remembered to pay the phone bill or to wash her clothes.
She never remembered to take her medicine or take a shower.
She never remembered to take the trash out or to go grocery shopping.

But he got sentimental and told me what she always remembered.

"She always remembered," he said, " what we did in our first date.
She remembers my favorite cologne and what type of detergent irritates my skin.
She remembers when I tell her I love her.
She never forgets to tell it back.
She never forgets to love everyone she meets, greets everyone with a smile and enthusiastic wave.
I guess she can't remember little things like my favorite color or what time she has to go to work.
But she always remembers the important things
And I guess that's all I could really ask for."

the words i left unspoken,
pile up in my word jar,
waiting to be spoken,
to be spilled.

the words i left unspoken,
untold, are infinite, everlasting.

the words i didn't say,
are waiting for you.

Sometimes the things I say
don't match up with
what's in my head.
It's kinda like
how our blood is blue
but when we bleed it's red.