Pardon my empathy
and the fact that emotions
shape my thinking
and those thoughts
force my actions
I'm am truly sorry for my failure
to pantomime my existence
excuse my inability
to be cold and methodical
I'm beg mercy for when I
don't even know when
I am being sarcastic
it seems saying what you think
and not what others want to hear
isn't the most popular stance
It takes a rare person
to enjoy the company of another
who is quick to shatter your
*illusions

It is the waiting hour
And our time is nearly up
But what will matter when it comes?
When our waiting stops

So we clutch our dying dreams
And watch the embers burn
An hour gone's
An hour lost
But our waiting doesn't stop

It is the waiting hour
And these dreams will never end
sometime soon
Around that bend
It'll come and end our pain

But the time is running out
And our lessons never learned
The waiting done
Will make us Dumb
And death won't stop a thing

It is the waiting hour
Our time is nearly up
nothing will matter when it comes
When our waiting stops

You wrote me a new kind of Rhapsody
But I didn't know you then
You didn't or couldn't have known me
Because I didn't know myself
untill I met you

Since that day my bones are Brittle
Covered with strange layers of Ice
and thorn
Every word you spoke
felt like a knitting of smooth silk
Digging into myself and our love

I spent nights alone condoling myself with sleepless serenades and pauses of breath
I wrote you a love song once
but you melted it
And I took it from there that my heart would follow yours
but no chase would begin
Because you say yours belongs elsewhere
But of course I know that you are wrong

The butterflies*
        turned into ravens,
Feasting over
        my ***** feelings.

Throughout her adult life
all of the land shaded.
Feverless islands where the
aged couple sleep.
Never once have I hosted a party. Not once have I
told you, I have
been hurt.

i can't believe i wasted
poetry
on you.