You can't be friends
with someone you
used to
****

My love is like the wind;
You drift away from me.
And our love has yet to begin,
At least that's how it seems.

My love is like the wind;
With you I never win.
But with you in my hair,
And you everywhere,
That's how it's always been.

A quote:
if you ride like lightning you'll crash like thunder;
Through depths of despair we plunder.
Driving around and I wonder,
Why I hated the sound as a kid of thunder.
Denote

I look at you when it is safe,
and try to pick out
any old semblances of who I
fell in love with.
I see nothing.
Maybe it was all a figment of my imagination,
something I dreamed you to be
and willed it into reality.
That would make much more sense,
considering the fact that
this poem I write could be addressed
to more than one.
I sense a pattern here.
And yet they tell me it is not my fault,
but fool me once,
twice,
three times,
four...
Maybe it really was my fault
and it was never there to begin with.
Maybe it is my fault.

I looked around and saw
nobody
I closed my eyes and saw
you

How did it feel
to be so close to
civilization
yet so far away?

They say
writers write with words
poets paint with them.

My clothes don't fit right anymore
I'm not meant to play this part anymore
It's time to find a new home to explore
It's time to close the book and shut the door

Seeking answers, I look at the sky
But stars are falling right out of the sky
With you gone, I can't help but ask why
The stars fall down without saying goodbye

I wonder if you still think of me
But she can play this part better than me
When I close my eyes it's you I still see
When I reach out in bed your spot is empty

I'll miss your grey shirt
for no reason at all
The baseball field where we kissed
I think in the fall

On a day like this
not too long ago
skin touched fingertips
but worry takes control
I worried
I'm sorry

No you don't know
you'll never know

I'll miss that hello romance night
where it first began
Remember my happy dance
well I'll never dance again

When you put flowers in my hair
you kissed me like there was no air
now my tears are just everywhere

It fell apart
I'm to blame
time to depart
say my name

Whisper it slow
I don't want to go
and for no reason at all
it really hurts to fall
when you're on your own

Finish each other's sentences
and I'll finish you for dinner.

This song is so two years ago
And this feeling is six months early
But here we are, dancing,
Because this moment is right now.

Why can't somebody tell me
"I'm sorry that he's dead."

Where is the cross you would wear around your neck?

I lie and tell myself that you were nothing special

"How does it feel..."
I wouldn't know
I cannot feel

The words in your journals...
the thoughts in my head.

This is free
Writing me
As much as
This is me
Writing free