Expectations and reality are never the same.
So when things go to hell, why am I to blame?
Is it cause deep down that you know you're a lie?
Are you so full of yourself you can't look me in the eye?

Climb off your high horse, Miss Queen of the Earth.
Look to the ground to find your actual worth.
If self-absorption was a game, you set the high score.
So upgrade your console, you manipulative *****.

It's time that we both got some space.
But honestly I hope that you fall on your face.
Thanks for the memories, I'll see you in Hell.
I'll be the one ringing your reckoning bell.

How come the only voices I hear at night are my own?
I cry out for solace, but no one dares pick up the phone.
So it's another night of laying awake, simply wondering why.
Why am I the lonely one? I thought I was a good guy.

No woman wants to take a chance on the one that's a little odd.
They simply want a dashing smile and a perfectly sculpted ***.
And even if that isn't true, I simply cannot see.
Why no girl ever wants to take a chance on me.

Maybe it's because I lack the confidence to give myself a chance.
But it's hard to find faith in yourself when no one will give a glance.
So instead I'll write my loneliness down, and drown it all away.
For a bottle of beer I'll never fear because it never has words to say.

A troubled heart and troubled mind are often one in the same.
But this loneliness and unwillingness must be the one to blame.
And I guess I'll end this poem with another bitter  word.
Cause I'm simply nothing more than the odd one in the herd.

I bought a book, took some notes
On everything that they wrote
Of what a poet needs to know it
If they want to be a poet

I learned a rhyme can be just fine
But not all the time it needs to rhyme
So in my journey I did set
Where I was out to do just that

I started slow, took baby steps
Not overly confident of myself
But as they say I turned the page
And haven't looked back since that day

Now what I find that's in my mind
Entertains from time to time
I may not know how poetry grows
Or the direction the wind of inspiration blows

I'll just follow along the winding path
And end up where it ends up at
Because I bought a book, and took some notes
On everything that they wrote

I picked up a poem on the side of the road
It'd had its thumb out for some time
I kindly asked which way I should go
All that it said was just drive

So we drove along admiring the scenery
As it spoke to me in riddles and rhymes
Talking of all the places that it had been
And how it was enjoying its time

This poem had seen its share of exotic places
And fallen in love more than once or twice
Around every corner were always new faces
With new situations to put down in line

It brought up a few childhood memories
Some of them happy with some of them sad
A few of them really spoke to me
And I was really thankful for that

After a while we rode on in silence
Both of us enjoying the drive
With me thinking I'm glad I stopped today
And picked this poem up for a ride

My dreams are torturous
No wait- my dreams are wonderful
Waking from them is torturous
Because you're in my dreams
And not in my reality.

The only sense of you that I have
That you even still exist
Is all virtual, digital
I need to see you, hear your voice
I miss you like crazy.

I feel like we could be great together
I know we have that potential
But we have to stick that potential
Under a rock
And forget about it for a year.

But remember that rock?
That we hid our potential under?
I can't stop thinking about it
Imagining what it will be like
Once we can take it out.

Love stories remind me of you
They make me think
"That could be us."
They give me hope for us
That we could actually work.

Sometimes I get scared
I'm afraid you'll meet someone else
You'll be so happy with her
You won't even remember me
Except as a summer fling.

But I try not to think about that
I just focus on how amazing
Everything about this summer has been
And hope that the universe
Will take care of the rest.

I love your smile
I love your heart
I love the way you think
I love... Everything about you
But I don't love you, yet.

I can lay
right next to you
and never touch you

I can see you smile
from across the room
without kissing you

I can watch you
leave the room
and resist hugging you goodbye

But sometimes
when I'm next to you
you have to ask me to move away

Because for a few minutes
I let fantasy get confused with reality
and I lean against you during a movie

And it's so warm
your arm and mine, touching
for that minute I'm at peace

But when you ask
of course I make room
Because I don't want you to feel uncomfortable

And if you weren't my friend
I would probably try it
just once, to know what it would be like to kiss you

But ideally,
I'll get over this
and when I am, we'll still be friends

So in the meantime
I try not to think about kissing you
and I only hug you when I have reason to

What I'm saying is
I will do what I can
to keep myself sane and our friendship intact

But just know
that with every look I give
I wish I could give so much more.

I haven't gone beyond the skin
Beyond the bones I've settled in
And when I stir within myself
I search for what can make me well

The water's gone and so I thirst
My state of mind is getting worse
Fatigue has plagued my body full
A weariness I never knew

I want to say a lot of things
Before my voice no longer sings
I move again, my lips in queue
The notes are gone and I am too

I asked her, in her tiny bed
While covering her toes,
If any lasting words, unsaid,
Would carry out in oath.

Her wrinkled nose in painful pose,
She turned to face my own.
A dainty little folded note,
She placed into my hold.

But as her breath kept dry, she died,
No subtlety shone through;
Nothing left to recollect,
No substance but the truth.

Behind me not a word was drawn
But in this lasting reach.
With hesitation come and gone
I so began to read:

“Dry your eyes and with your fingers
Wrap my body, soft and limber,
Or Release my ashes before the winter
(Scatter them in clay).”

I asked her, from her tiny lips,
The need to be alone,
If any lasting words, unsaid,
Would carry out in oath.

Her gentle eyes, in pity, smiled;
She turned and gestured no.
And followed still, with all her will
She forced at me a note.

But when no words gave birth, she died;
No sunny days shone through.
Nothing left but to repent,
No substance like the truth.

Behind me, with the curtains drawn,
I felt the teardrops bleed.
With hesitation come and gone
I so began to read:

“When Spring comes thaw, come with your two hands,
Plant lilies, daisies, roses and
Placed in the earth they’ll form to stand,
To feed me sun and rain.”