i hope you feel as i do,
i've never met another like you
you're something foreign and new
you're something i can hold on to

your voice is calm, effortless in your words
it passes right through me
like a breeze over the ocean

with you i am weak
you smile at me and i am nothing
yet i know nothing about you
i doubt i'm even good enough

but there's my problem
and that's why i'll fail to win your heart
like you've stolen mine

i will not pine
nor will i wallow
but if all fails, i will always wonder

you have the greatest potential
to mean so much to me
to become the "what if" in my memories

pen.
black ink
my enemy

waste of paper
and the ink
black ink
from the pen

wish the words would pour out
with this black ink

the time
minute by minute
it's on the pen's side
not mine.

deadlines, pressure
deadlines, pressure

ink and time.

i am lost from myself
no set path- i must make my own
but through the complications
there is clarity

warm thoughts
loving touch
colliding smiles
packaged in a boy

naive and wrapped in youth
i will not misconstrue
the beauty of my years
and my true lack of wisdom
for a dream
an apparition
i quietly pray for it all to fall into place, into a commitment
though i pray to no god, or higher being
or any figured based on faith

but all my thoughts lead to nothing but wishful thinking
sprinkled in doubt
flowing out of my heart
and over whelming my mind

i am. left with confusion

There is a warmth in my heart
Where you place your nothings
The nothings whispered in my ear,
       Through the nights I spent so close to you
Wrapped and bound,
       In limbs and laughter

There is a warmth in my soul
Where you place your deepest desires
There you've blossomed a growth
    An awareness in the world
A new strength in me I was unaware existed

There is a warmth in my life
One that surrounds me
One carried like a shadow
One that will forever be imprinted