sometimes
loving you is so hard
sometimes
the right way is no way
but
just now
and ever
i know
the right way
is ..
loving you

I lost
        my Thoughts
                     of you
           that kept
                     me
           survive
  

           That's the
       way
           cookie crumbles

the most frustrating thing
when it comes to a writer
is when everything
every word, every letter,
isn't enough to give justice to
the captivating picture of you
in the afternoon:

soaked in sweat,
grinning foolishly,
striking up a conversation
about coffee,
and how unhealthy it is
for me to drink
three cups straight,
to stay awake,

yet the bittersweet taste
stains my lips.

it spills down my throat,
covers my lungs,
and drowns them
with the addicting aroma
of coffee beans
and lazy dreams,
until i cannot seem
to breathe,

and the only thing
i can ever do
is to spill ink
for you.

I've been close enough
To see the rocks break
Under me.
And fall into the sea,
Scraping every branch
On the way down.
There's still lead on my lips
And blood on my clothes.

I'll check into the hotel
And leave my bags at the front desk
While I sit over the sink
And watch the cold water
Run down my hands.
Spewing out my fingers
Like a superpower.

And when the magic fades
I'll break all the china
To make sure they still make sound.

I'll try to checkout.
I want to checkout.
But before I do,
A movie I've never seen
Shows up on the TV
And I decide to stay awhile.

I used to think 24 hours was a lot
but then I became sad.
It used to be an hour of sadness
that would blend into a few more.
But I could always get through it,
turn it around,
and enjoy life.

A few years go by
and the sadness took up more time.
A few hours
turned into school hours.
But when I got home
I could turn it around,
and enjoy life.

A year goes by
and the sadness took up more time
School hours
turned into day hours.
When the sun shone
my smile froze
into a sculpture of the real thing.
But when the sun went down
I could turn it around
and enjoy life.

Days go by
and the sadness took up more time.
Day hours
turned into night hours.
I could hardly sleep
as my brain, my chest, it won't let me.
But in that one hour of dawn,
I could turn things around
and enjoy life.

Hours go by
and the sadness takes up more time
24 hours
turn into 48, 72, 96 hours
There is no reprieve.
There is no new day.
Time means nothing to sadness.
It's consuming
and I can't turn it around
to enjoy life
because there is no more time.

Your eyes were like an ocean,
Beautiful but yet so cold.
They brought me happiness,
But made my pain feel bold.

Your touch was all I wanted,
It made me feel so safe
But yet its what broke me
And its stuck as a crave.