I lie all the time, but it's mostly to myself.

have I somehow forgotten
what it feels like to be in love
just because my arms can hold
what my heart was dreaming of

have her lips somehow lost
their deep soft kiss appeal
just because my mouth knows well
how those deep soft kisses feel

have my hands lost their longing
to go exploring in the dark
just because my fingers know
how to quickly find their mark

when did our words find their edge
when did our bed get so vast
how did our love become this desert
when it was endless oceans in our past

lying here my heart remembers
every deep soft kiss and every touch
and as I put my arms around her
my tears remind me
what it feels like to be in love

A year or two
older than me
I wore brown shoes
we drank sweet tea

I touched her face
she kissed my lips
We tasted love
between the sips

In tears, she thought to seek her prize,
Only to know in them she knew life.
Alone she wept, her dreams kept watch
Mid summer's night meant little to her now.

Set sail long ago,
Now in the middle of an ocean,
On a boat, sailing into the unknown
To chase dreams, she left home
Now, silence her true companion.

In chaos, her mind revels,
Reality obscured, between deception of sorts.
Damnation due, on a silver plate
The truth hurts to a heart living in fear.

Slowly fading, wrapped in darkness
Strangely comforting,
Drowning in black waters.
Silence maddening,  
Shadows soaring,
Her song is all that's heard.

four blinks, to ensure myself of my surroundings
my jeans seemed cold and unsure of it belongings
inside, lay metal even colder then my denim
even sharper then your punishing words
even more sickening then your venom

quick twitch and a deep breath...
I look up but can't hold up my head;
in the sink I see red.
my mom, she's asleep in the next room
but I'm here sweeping up my feelings with an emotional broom

I dont remember why I did this?
but my wrists sure do remember
you see, I did this cause I thought I'd feel better
instead I'm here with regret I have to clean up before morning

cause If I didn't, they'd know
know I'm crazy, know I'm sick
know that beneath this skin lay a blade of its own
ready to burst out and find a new home
in you, you inconsiderate *****

Fingers shake.
Scribble down one last thought.
Sigh of relief.
Lay envelope under pillow.
Eyes close.

This is a poem,
Like any other poem.
About a girl who met a boy.
Did they fall in love,
Yes,
They did.
They fell,
Like the rain.
Then,
One day,
The boy,
Smiled.
And that was that.
But,
The girl,
She couldn't forget.
She couldn't forget that smile.
And, so
She wrote to him.
A poem a day.
Everyday,
Before she slept,
Slipping them under her bed.
With each passing day,
The girl wrote a new poem.
And soon,
She became an old woman.
But,
The boy had also become old,
And, once again, he left,
Resting in peace.
When she found out.
The old woman didn't know what to do.
So,
She wrote one last poem,
And slipped it under her pillow.....

The old woman down the street had died.
Who was she?
No one came to her funeral.
Apparently, there were pieces of paper stuffed under her bed.
Its trash now.