though i know what the future beholds
am i selfish for wanting to hold onto
this thought
this dream
that you're more
than what your words
and actions
appear to seem?

Come to Me

For shelter. For love.
Come to me when you are in
dire straits -when you
are as hollow as a shell. When you are but an echo of your former self.
Shapeless. Hapless. Forgotten.
Come to me.
I will wait
for you
in the shadows of your soul.

I'm tired of writing poems
about staying up late and
sleeping all day because
you're haunting my thoughts
and creating sweet dreams
because you do not own me (
that's what I would say
if you did not own me I'm
tired of our routine but
never tired of you)