Me and you spent some time.
It was miniscule, well fine.
Me and you fell in love.
You only really needed a hug.
Consolation was my prize.
If you'd call it that.
I consoled. Your heart. You're broke.
I wish when I met you.
You caught your tongue
And never spoke.
Because then I'd be whole.
Not this piece of me.
Where's the rest.
The rest that should
Reside in my chest.

Just a graze I dodged a bullet.
Because you were fake really full of it.
You had me going
Feelings started showing.
But I saw the light, out like lickidy split.

I struggle and I fight.
But my goal fades of into the fog.
Losing sight of my persistence.
Weeds pulling me down.
Feeding the resistance.

I can't stop, I go down I won't have it in me to pull up.
Don't give in.
Break the chains of the corrupt of heart.
Muscle that birthed the sword for my back.

Why the **** do I still think about you.
You were horrible for me, to me.
Then you left. I should be yelling good riddens!

From the roof top like a man tempting to jump. I wish it were as easy as a push or a trip to get rid of you.
That smile, that torment that you let me with.
I wish logic and fortitude couldn't give in.
My mind plays games.
Living in a world where I could win.

Wine wine my love so fine.
I drink you and I do not dine.
I've enjoyed a glass
Enough to put me on my ***
Just a few dollars this love of mine.

Long endearing glances and shivers.
Warmth eminating from passenger side.
Cotton lace and silky skin.
Seductive contours underneath.
Sheets paper thin.

Nightly routine comfort and security.
Fingers running all over.
Uncovering tender purity.
Disbelief of your existence.
You here with me now.
Has taken all of my persistence.

Perpetuity in a moment - you and me.
Caught in thoughts that sink and ooze.
Thoughts crazy people get lost in.
Committed to your asylum.
That one way ticket I've drawn.

Sleep calling to me like the night mother.
Wings clipped and falling fast.
Take me to my dreams where I smother.
Kisses on your face more than you can stand.
Hugs tight and sweaty hands.

Why do i dream if not for the love of my life.
Why do I dream when you lay at my side.

50 poems each different in a way.
Geeze I never thought I was this cray.
A shade of me here.
Facing my fear.
My 50th poem a limerick here to stay.