We can like
Or we can love
Its just our heart
Its just god
I want our time to feel the way we need
The sun makes poems
The moon makes inside dreams
I die in ice
I live in fire
I wish the trees could read the stars in the night

It takes romance to understand

A long lost look
Or a smile that lives forever
For this writing to end
This blue book finds darkness
Thoughts on our tounges which mean were alone
Happy to hate the poet
The future is our music
Our feelings on paper
Can never be hands to hold
Our hearts beating exist and are alive

It takes romance to understand

I thought I wanted to write a poem
mistakingly I guess I'm not .
Thought I could create something
masterful
I guess that idea is shot
Like false labor pains
I  thought it was going to come
But the pains just faded away
Now I know it's naught
My muse used to dance and sing
After midnight by the clock
Lately it's been going to bed
around eight thirty or nine o'clock
So I'm left out by myself
trying to do my best
But my best is pathetic
it simply can't pass the test
So now I say goodnight my friends
As I leave you with this mess

So many thoughts feelings expressions emotions
locked behind deadpan eyes and a voice that's toneless.
A mountain of a person consolidated to this form.
A body unimpressive.
A face unexpressive.
The chaos upstairs requires all of my attention.

Conversing takes a back-seat which is why I seem distant.
Too many things to say only leaves me in silence.
I don't know how or where to begin.
If only I could let you inside to weather the storm
maybe you could make sense of this nonsense and bring me to port.