She holds me while I rest uncomfortably
She grabs my hand when I'm lost in dark places.
Her fiery spirit reignites the embers in my cold soul.
With a kiss on the cheek she gives me the wings
That I'll leave this dreadful mortal space with.
She makes smooth the splinters in my conscience.
When I kissed her again
The bed of nails I was doomed to fall on
Was transformed into a field of her favorite flowers.
She takes away my itch for the volatile substances I crave so badly.
She changed me.
She makes me who I am.

My heart shouldn’t have profusely bled
I saw her face only once
a moment’s crossing in a moment paid
not meant for a second chance!

The fire shouldn’t have leapt in me
she was a doomed emotion
trying to live in my penned poetry
meant to be only a notion!

My mind shouldn’t have imprisoned her
caged her from one mere glance
lived the phantom of an absurd affair
spilled ink in a mad trance!

I shouldn’t have sought her anymore
searched in the wild her trace
she couldn’t be my paramour
I saw from the crowd her face!

They said
She was walking down the street with no name
She was unadorned but adored
By the children of her generation

Then they added
She was
In an old blue jeans
In a dingy white t-shirt
She got a book on her hand
And a mark on her wrist

And they heard her
Whistling
Mumbling
Or singing

She was young
Wild and pretty
She ain't got a daddy
Yet, she
Was the queen
With no fancy

And this isn’t some sad love poem about how I still love you
I don’t

But out of all of my mistakes, you’re still my favorite

One day he'll be there
Maybe not tomorrow
Maybe not the next day
But one day
And when that day comes he'll never leave
He'll never second guess you
He'll always need you
And he'll stay
Not because he has to
But because he wants to
And that will happen one day