I wish I could write an angry breakup poem,
you know, the whole nine yards --
breaking plates, screaming, throwing your clothes out the window.
I felt like I wanted to set something on fire
but when I went to tear your pictures off the wall
my hands were suddenly much too gentle,
wondering all over again
why it had to happen this way.

I hate how you never cleaned your car and never shaved your beard
I hate how you drive too fast, I hate that you never came to visit me at school
I hate that you still told me you loved me even it wasn’t true, but most of all
I hate how you couldn’t give me a reason
for not wanting me anymore

and here I am, stuffing your memories into a drawer and shutting it tight
here I am, staring at the ceiling at 3 am and forgetting how to eat,
sitting on the floor and staring into space
and losing track of time,
sitting at the top of the stairs where no one can hear me in the act of missing
and wishing so badly that I was enough for you

I wish I could write an angry breakup poem
just so I could have something to wound you with
but we both know that isn’t really what I want,
what I want is for you to lie to me.

tell me that you want me to stay.

The moon and the sun are eternal travelers
With a most refreshing smile
For me
And for you

A Poet's heart
Is secure
From thieves

It was when our eyes first met...the knowing look
the glance that locked on a breezy spring day
when April rain danced to the beat of life
and windy dark clouds music played

It was when you first whispered my name
your voice just a moment away
when the colors of a thousand flowers burst
when the summer sun smiled its winged rays

It was when you first held my hand
the tender touch in your warm hold
wrapping me in moonlit russet dreams
in a  world of scarlet autumn's gold

It was when we first danced
beside the fire that amber glowed
crimson steps with hearts  of bliss
as winter spread her cape of snow

It was at dawn, at noon, at dusk
I swept, lost, tossed and blown
you, my love, took my breath away
and a tiny seed of love was sown

My piano sits against the wall

Hardly ever played at all

Things are stacked upon her mantle

Where once was music now just shambles

Creaking and clicking keys are everywhere

But no one seems to care

Who could love a piano untuned

My piano will fall apart soon

I look at her from far away

And my piano seems to say

*you too dear, are such a sight

for you see, you and I are just alike