you glide through my atmosphere
with nothing but grace
i knew i would lose my ability to speak
the moment my hands grazed your face
oh, your face
i don't think you know how stunning you are
i don't think you understand the loss i felt
that night you left my car
i would love you harder than you could ever dream
down to the very core
chase every dreaded nightmare
behind heavy locked doors
for you i will practice patience
the key to keeping you near
a trait i so rarely accompish  
is so simple with you, my dear

and you clung to me
the way wet jeans
stick to my legs
in hard rain
and we may have well been soaked
because that night
you cried enough tears
to flood this whole town
you cried enough tears
to drowned us both
it's a good thing we float
your heart was a storm
beautiful
mysterious
unpredictable
misunderstood
and let's not forget
potentially destructive
but i didn't care
i wanted to understand
to feel
to devour
every drop of your pain
every ounce of your shame
i wanted to show you
the sun inside you
i wanted to show you
the new day
that's waiting
behind your leaky eyes
and runny nose
and broken soul
but for now
you can cling to me
release you agonies
and i will never
let you think
that you are anything less
then gold
and i will never make you feel
that you are anything less
then whole
and i will never
let you sink
so hold me tight
and don't let go

you may and may not
know my name
but you precisely
may not know my story

you see me casually
from the outside
but did you notice
the insecurity inside?

you see me smile everyday
like the sun shines bright in the sky
but have you ever wonder
the history behind every smile?

you see me walking the pathway
highly confident to seize the day
dont you ever feel
what is like to feel afraid?

you judge someone by their weight
their personality and their grade
but let me ask you something
have you ever been in their shoes?

you may and may not
know their name
but you definitely
not know their story

Being drunk doesn't excuse it.  
"You didn't know what you were doing."
"I love him, he's my son."  
You don't remember what you did.
Do you know he still does?

The purple in his cheeks.
Lips split.
Eyes scared.

Look at what you have done.
Harmed your own son.  

It hurts when he laughs.
His cheeks sting as he cries.
Back jolts up as it touches the back of his chair.

Is it fair?
The boy scared of wearing a belt.

It reminds him of his father.
The way he cornered him, till he was a pleading and crying mess.  

The smell of alcohol lingering in the air.
It makes him sick.
He remembers.

He runs his hands up his left arm.
Cigarette burned holes scattered.

He couldn't take one more beating.
He didn't know how.

He tried his hardest.
As he closed his eyes.

He tried suicide.
He tried it all, the pills, the windows.

He couldn't do it.
Leave his mother and brothers behind.

Now it's too late
i tend to wait
and look what you've done

All of my being
seems hazy
what now, is the purpose of my living?

The magic of my poems
fled with the breeze
you started,
walking by

Maple over water,
Hunched by wind and rain,
Lithe branches reaching,
Into the complacent garden pool,
You are like a catcher of wisdom,
A sculpture of spirit, so many hands
To reach with you, as you leave,
So many thoughts that sway
As a troubled mind is reaching
With the wind and the rain,
Maple over water.