The city's light and darker places
are all strange to me.
I only see the glint and flash
of some other's recognition.
But mine is dull and lost.
The mist rolls in and dampens
all my spark,
and on my light-less windows
spreads the dew.
Here in my gypsy nightmares,
search I for you,
And reaching out, with staggered hand,
write to you.
See here, on darkened window, I breathe -
Write once, then in great sorrow,  leave.

Step 1:  Understand that you are powerless when it comes to love
Step 2:  Open your heart to love or there is no chance to love or be loved
Step 3:  When in love there is no return to sanity
Step 4:  Turn matters of love over to the heart, your mind will lose anyway
Step 5:  Take inventory of why you feel this love (will help in future step)
Step 6:  Admit to yourself the exact nature of this love
Step 7:  Realize that love is worth the risk of all heartaches
Step 8:  Never put off love, act on it, tomorrow may be to late
Step 9:  Conjure up courage and then proceed to step 10
Step 10:  Express your love, use the inventory from step 5 as a guide
Step 11:  Be prepared for anything, you may or may not get the response you seek
Step 12:  Repeat step 1:  understand that you are powerless when it comes to love

1 Out of the oven
2 Doubled Running
3 Walking Stupid
4 What's a world?
5 Why the difference?
6 Hey look at me!  I'm kinda different.
7 I almost died, not again!
8 Death of a grandmother
9 Girls?  What the hell.
10 He's a nice boyfriend.
11 It's awful lonely.
12 Keep Quiet!
13 Secret having trouble.
14 What to do?
15 Drugs?  Nope.
16  Suicide?  Maybe.
17 **** this ****, and **** all of you.
18 Storm passed.
19 Adult?  Perhaps.
20 Money?  It's a change.
21 A big change.
22 A Storm started
23 Body Mass index probably too high.
24 What could go wrong?
25 Floating on cloud 9
26 So much traveling
27 Body Mass index collapse, Sick
28 Personal life ****** over, a large forgiveness comes out, a Storm ends.
29 Changes all over again.
30 aged in story, eyes on key, alcohol free, who's counting?
31 a return from prison, the UK, an island
32 dropped medication, in favour of honey
33 acted, reacted, back on the meds


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A person once said to me,
"Love guides you."
I don't know about that,
but I know I can't sleep
because the outline of you
is still traced into me.

And every time I try,
my eyes
burn, wet socket fire.
And I drink to sleep a dreamless sleep
because in my dreams
I feel your head in my chest.
My bones are your bones
and we dance.

My face gets close to yours
and I whisper from a movie
and everyone in the theater
cries when we kiss at the end.

You must've been a supernova
because I can't see anything else.
You must've fallen from heaven
and right onto me because I'm paralyzed.
You must be a drug,
because I shake when I take you.

And I can't take you.

Love guides you.

Off a ******* cliff.

There's a bug stuck in between the window and the screen
and I think about how he got there
and how ******* ******* he must be,
and if he's even a "he".

But even if he got out,
he wouldn't go anywhere important.

And I wonder if bugs know that glass is glass.

Me keeping you keeping me keeping you
awake.

I almost fall asleep
I wake up again so I don't miss what's left of you.

I want the yolk of you
to crack you open and sip your soul.

And I don't know how to say this,
but I think you're beautiful on the inside.

I bet your liver has lights
and I can tell

but really I just want to crawl inside you for the pretty things.

And I know you're tired
and I know you need to sleep
but I can't lose you to sleep.

I like you too much.

It’s all right, zombie husband.
I didn’t like the dog.
Or the twins.
Seriously, all they did was cry.
It’s like, “shut up, already”,
You know?