I spend my life orbiting beauty
like a moon that never quite makes it
all the way around.

My heart is something of a lost and found,
all the broken, discarded things
have a place here.

It's sometimes hard to steer
your life correctly, down this road
of broken glass and bones.

It's sometimes hard to find the stones
to say what you mean and, of course,
mean what you say.

I never meant things to go this way,
but I have done my absolute best
with all that life brings.

Alas, today I can write no more beautiful things,
The page will be empty, the pen, inert...
...But only until tomorrow.

I didn't sleep last night.
I was too full of the words you left me with
Empty because in the end they were deemed meaningless
Lies.
I didn't sleep* because who I was vanished with you,
So who am I now?
The sun persisted in rising higher and higher in the sky
Lightening the room in which I tried to force my eyes and my soul shut
the light had no place with me-
But I knew I couldn't delay it for long.
The sun has no concept of our impatience
or our resistance to it.
I didn't sleep last night.
But like it or not,
beg and plead as I did,
Still it rose-
dragging me relentlessly into today
with no more answers than I had in its absence.

is it that bad to ask for love?
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