'Come to me'
I whisper
the drops of sun
kissed your cheeks
so gently
glazing your body in beauty,
it was as if though
God himself
placed you here
for me

Your aura
my god it's magnificent
I reach out towards it
'touch me'
I whisper
your hand softly
and sweetly
glides along my jaw bone,
through my hair
'kiss me'
I plead
your lips so elegantly
pressed against mine
they draw apart fast
as if we are
water
and
oil
divided between a fine line of
I love you
and
I hate you

'Mix with me'
I scream
I want to feel you
a part of me
Intrigue me with your ways
make me whole
kiss me
like the sun kisses bone above your brow
miss me
like the moon misses the sun
on a cold, dark night
crave me
like your body
craves this alcohol
drinking to suppressed devotion

Inhale me
like I am your last
and final cigarette
I want to be that warmth
that fills your lungs
that burns
the back of your throat
put me at ease
sooth me

I want to feel
your breath cling
to my cold,
numb body
like the morning dew
clings to your windowpane
as I leave at 4a.m.

I want you to tell me
don't go
tell me
you need me.



GM

It wasnt supposed to be like this
You grounded me
Showed me your ways
To make them my own
Showed me everything i needed to know
To be happy.
You gave me
Love
Hope
Joy
Wisdom
Happiness.

Yeah
These were all the thoughts
You planted in my mind
Like a little seed
You watered them with your words
Made them grow.
With the sunlight in your touch
The roots expanded.
Through the ridges and crevices
Of my brain
These flowers bloomed
Creating something
You've never seen before.
These flowers drew in
The butterflies from my stomach
Fluttering around my mind.
You've created such an ecosystem
That my mind is flourishing
And expanding into yours.
Giving you the ability
To feel things and experience
Things from my perspective.
This is where our grardens connect
At our minds
This is where
We help each other grow
Where we help each other
Grow as a whole.

My god
This garden was golden.

i'm drowning
6ft under all of the
"i love you's"
and
"give it time's"
"it'll work out in the end's"
these words
they fill my lungs
to the very top
making it hard
impossible to breath
gasping for air
struggling for hope
hurts so bad
i've hit rock bottom
GM

i didnt move on because
i quit loving you
or because i stopped
indulging in you
i moved on because
im tired of waiting
im tired of feeling
abandoneded
i moved on because
i am tired

GM

I am trying to be a poet
but I felt like your poem.
Am I an artist or
am I the remnants of your paint
splattered on my favorite jeans?
Or the beautiful words you gave me
including "I'm sorry"?
I am trying to be a poet
but the words get spit back in the bottle
and stick with strangers who I have told too much to.
Am I a writer
Or am I just gagging on the words you threw at me
when you smashed the plates
and slammed the door?
I am trying to be a poet.
But I am tired.
Isn't
That
Poetry?

I look to you
as if you one by one
put each star in the sky
to glimmer just for me.

GM