you are too perfect
to be captured in words
the lines of the paper your cell

'My hugs? Why?'
''Cause I felt safe in your hugs.'
He really has no idea as I burst into tears...

What would you do for who you loved?
Would you let them inside?
Inside to the true you?
Would you let them know all your thoughts?
Your deepest darkest secrets?
Would you let them destroy you?
**** yourself to save them?
Is that love?
Is love sacrificing everything?
Does loving someone mean you would die for them?
Die to save them physically, emotionally?
Love? That we say is so joyous, grand, spectacular?
Love? That we all need to feel worthy?
Is it love that kills us?

If you love them you will leave them.
If you love them you would let them go.
If you love them you should be happy they're happy without you.
If you love them you should be content with the heartache.
If you love them...

What would you do for who you loved?

Sitting on the couch
silence unfolding
but not uncomfortable
my face in a book
trying to ignore you
trying to pretend

Once we were sitting in a coffee shop
sharing and laughing
after who knows how much coffee
and you know
at least now
how coffee is not so smart for me to drink
but i love it
because you love it
and it reminds me of you.

We are sitting in a field
a pasteur
maybe stubble
on an old patch jean quilt
or maybe the old brown picnic one
laying together
drinking a beer
watching the stars
the same stars
that I stare at now
thinking of you
because maybe you see them too
and they remind me of you.

In a small room
a dorm style
white sheets with colored block designs
listening as your fingers
glide along the guitar
and your lips
as they move
and mouth the emotion
that pours out of your heart
and i hold a guitar
and practice my soul out
because the feeling of it
reminds me of you.

And as we sit on this couch
in complete silence
i think of all the trips
all the places
all the things
we could do and see
together

but in this silence
as you tickle my foot
and i look up from my book
out of my pretending,
i think of all the things
that could be
but won't be

and my heart weeps
and my soul weeps
because i love you

(and no one understands what I mean)
and you never understand how.

Time,
it’s a funny thing.
You think one more day,
but eventually,
that one day,
turns into seven months.
And I wonder why
I don’t mean quite as much to you
as I did yesterday,
because yesterday,
was so far away.

The grains of time slips through my fingers,
who knows, when that hand will run empty,
but what then.
It may have already run dry
and I’m to blind to notice.
To stubborn,
since these seven months went by,
with just
one.
more.
day.

And they say,
the longer apart,
the closer together,
but is there a closer together after all this time...

inside all of us,
is a demon
and an angel.
be careful who sees what
'cause both can be killed
the one you trust your mind,
the one you trust your heart,
the one you trust your soul,
might be at ready
dagger in hand
ready to pounce.
to **** your angel
to be equal with the demon.

Without knowing
Without a thought
Without a care
He wonders
He carries
He hides
A piece of me
Where ever he goes.
Without feeling
Without seeing
I have traveled
To foreign lands.
Unknown to me
Unknown to him
Unknown to all.
He wonders
Carrying a piece of me.
Never safe
Until he returns
Or shatters me forever.
Without knowing
Forever
I shall travel.