Enough, it's enough
too much I've said
there's lacuna in words
which often little light does shed--

how sweet and soothing
when silence does descend
its stills the mind and heart
over everything else it does transcend.

Your eyes as I have always seen them                              l
More beautiful in reality than the way I dream them              y
Your eyes are oceans of endless beauty              a                  
Your eyes; ocean            i                                               ­           r    
Your skin; beach                                    y                       o                  L
Your hair; stars                         M
Your smile; moon                                             i
Your love a night watching the tide roll in            g                              
                   ­                                          D                                                                ­      
And I'm a lonely sailor             a
Storms are raging brought in by your horizons                l                        
Brutal thunderous squalls                                  n
Walls of water fall as rain                      L                      y
Tears to drown us all
                                                         f
Your eyes as I believe them                              A
More astounding than any scene from imagination
Your eyes are oceans of endless feeling
Your eyes; ocean
Your words; wind
Your heart; seagulls
Your soul; capsizing ships              
Your love a night watching the tide roll out

                       ---OCEAN AIR SUBDUE---

Your eyes are my demise              
My death is your ocean floor
Your seas are angry currents
Painful waves thrashing into rocks
And crushing my very soul

i know you're searching
for a savior
but you're just another
ship captain and i'm
just another lighthouse
flashing you towards
the rocks
attention only makes
me more distant
at night i suffocate dreams
of you with a pillow
until i lie beside the
cadaver of our love
wrap it's cold,
dead hands
around my neck
like a scarf in
this winter hell
last i checked the
weather report
promised no sun
a god told me  
i'll sleep like the dead
when i live
like them too.

Round and round on a mary go round
This is just simple child's play
There's only a slight chance that the grass is greener on the other side

When you come around
You are smiling so hard
And joy is manifesting the air around you

Growing up will never seem real
Just like when we were walking through the park the other day and you looked up at me
I saw you ten years ago on that swing set
I remember asking if you wanted to get ice cream with me because it was such a hot day
I was young and didn't know better

Our bills are late and we are scrounging
Living check to check was something you thought you would stop doing after moving out of your mother's house

I remember the first time I took you out to dinner
You refused to let me pay for you
and then when I went to hold your hand you flenched
because the last man that grabbed your hand was your stepfather
and he wasn't doing it to comfort you like I was

Days turned to nights and your tears never seemed to go away
I couldn't stop apologizing and telling you that it was all my fault

I am so sorry that I could not give you more

I remember seeing your face as it went through the window
My knees were stuck under the steering wheel and I couldn't move my neck, but I still saw that iconic glimmer in your eye
Tragedy is beautifully terrifying
Only good will come from this

We seemed to fight through it all, why give it all up now?
We were just starting to find our way out of the labyrinth, and I hadn't smoked one single cigarette in three months

Five months after that I see you and your new lover at the same park we used to take walks in
I am writing this in shambles at 3am in my apartment
I am on my fifth cigarette

We were like peas and carrots, but I was not sweet enough
I was always pushing for us
You never stopped giving up

There is beauty in pessimism just like there is beauty in the sun
The moon is as optimistic as the stars; maybe, just maybe we will see the sun rise