Milestones
A thousand of them
And all around me
I know
The way they infect everyone with happiness.

Oh,
But not me
My eyes are closed and I only hear them
One thousand sounds
Each one louder than the last.

And I wish
That one day I could see them
My own milestone
One I can never reach
But I can only hope for.

A lonely world
Cold and dark

Cryptic answers
Never revealed

Hide all light,
Save for a spark

In time,
All wounds are healed.

The pain I feel when I see your name show up in my contacts.

I become expressionless like stone, then I shatter.

I was up until 4 a.m. last night,

You guessed it, crying.

From 11 to 4,

I cried.

Six hours I cried,

And hours before, I died.

But getting the news in public,

The news that you were leaving me

You were leaving me again, another time,

It was too much for me to handle and I broke.

My eyes teared up, and I ran off into my head again.

I will never say to your face how much I cried over you.

And trust me if you come around again I'll likely take you back.

Because I'm stupid, and I don't learn my lesson when it's taught to me.

I'd take you back despite the pain and I'd take you back through everything.

I suppose I'm just as weak when it comes to you as you are when it comes to lying.

I love the way you hold me,
I love the way you smile.

I love the way you say my name,
I love the way it rolls of your tongue.

I love your touch,
I love your humor.
I love your laugh,
I love your hands.

I love the way you look,
I love who you are.

But I don't love how sad I feel
When I open my eyes
And know that I was only
Dreaming of you,
And not really holding you like
I used to do,

Just

Like

Every

Other

Night.

Roses and sunshine and trees and light.
Who could I be?
Why, I'm Life.

Normalcy and happiness, and hardships and strife.
Look, it's me.
I'm still Life.

Anxiety and fear, going under the knife.
I'm still here.
It's just me, Life...

Alcohol and drugs, addiction gone rife.
I'm so tired of this job...
I don't want to be Life.

Then let me take over,
It'll be alright.
Settle down there,
Find yourself a wife.
You're so overworked,
Aren't you, Life?

Yes, I am,
And who might you be?
Why do you bear me such empathy?

My name is Death,
And I've been watching you.
Since day one,
I've seen all that you've been through.
So here I am to say,
It's my turn.
I hope that's okay.

Let me think it through, first.
Let me think of what to do, first.
Should I take a day,
Or continue my work and stay?
Hmmm...

I must say,
A break's long overdue.
Tell you what, Death,
I'll give this one to you.
Do a good job, now,
And don't play the fife.
Sound it once,
You'll end all life.

*Good, then, Life.
Saunter off now,
Waste not a day.
Want not a week?
Then have it your way.
I will not play the fife,
But I won't spare my scythe,
Good day, then friend.
Take your leave, then, Life

Knotted fingers,
Lacing through my hair.

Rough hands,
Touching me gently.

Broad shoulders,
With arms that hold me.

Strong back,
That lifts me up.

Scarred body,
That has many stories to tell,

And a mean face,
From years of torment,

The body I love,
The body I know,
The body of the person who has my heart.

The boy who owned it still owns me.
The man who carries it is still the boy I'm in love with.

His body, along with his scars, are all that make him perfect.

Words say nothing,
If there is no emotion behind them.
Poets cannot speak,
If they don’t have a paper or a pen.

Words help escape,
The great escape of me,
The only way to get out
Is to use poetry

Every word a world,  
Every line a century.
A story told in each stanza,
A new era unfurled.