deeper than the skies
is the mystery of her eyes

deeper than the ocean
is the dance of her walk in motion

deeper than the wild
is her voice so powerful but tenderly mild

deeper than the depths of the universe, falling in love
with such a girl is yet, but a blessing and a curse...

slit of the wrist
pop of the pills
once you do it life doesn't go back
sip of the whiskey
finger on the trigger
BAM
you're dead
are you happy now
now that its over
you sure aren't forgotten
put the knife down
put the pills in the bottle
spit the whiskey out
and release the trigger
the pain is real
I know that
but the pain for everyone else will get worst
if you say good bye to this world
so  keep your head up darling
there's no need to fear
if anything bad happens
I'll be right here
stay strong
be safe my dear
it'll all be okay
no need to shed a tear
so don't pull the trigger
or pop those pills
don't guzzle that whiskey
and don't slit your wrist

Walking home I hear a sound
So I turn around
Nothing there
Must be my imagination
So I continue on my way
Behind me I see a figure
Lurking in the shadows
So I quicken my pace
He shows up in front of me
Fangs glinting in the moonlight
He bites me on the neck
And ignores my desperate pleas
Then he withdraws
And I fall on my knees

I run deeper into the forest
I stumble and fall
Terrified
As the wolf approaches closer
Then the sun begins to rise
He changes into a man as he sheds his disuse
Love at first sight
As we glance in each others eyes
Then we lie in the forest
Till he has to run off in the night

Losing someone by death
Is not easier than
losing someone who never
even wanted you

I say this because if they
die at least you know
they loved you

This is why I try not
to love someone
For the fear of them
dying, of abandoning me
is too much for my
heart to take

Automn opens her eyes ever so
Slightly; earth toned irises within
The green mirror of a summer
Dozing off, her awakening reflected

In human breath now visible upon  
Chilled evening air, and
Lovers' fingers seeking closer
Shelter within the shared

Pockets of each other.
You ask what the doctor said,
But I have sweeter fish to fry
Than worry; such sensations

As the way your skin is the
Softest I have ever felt against
My own surface of scars and hair,
And how I'm looking forward to

October auburns, bronzes, yellows
And sepias. All in contrast to the
Whites and magnolias of the
Winter that follows their blossom,

And the excuses the coldness
In their wake presents to lean
Closer. Huddle up. Warm hands
Under garments, share blankets

With the least innocent of
Intentions. I love the subzeros.
Frost. Goosebumps receding under
A kiss. And another. And another.