Sleepless nights have been my fate.
Tossing
             turning
                          tossing
                                       turning
                                              How much longer will I wait?
                                       tossing
                          turning
             tossing
turning
Your soothing words came far too late.
tossing
            turning
                         tossing
                                      turning
                                             I've flipped the latch and closed the gate.
                                      tossing
                         turning
            tossing
turning
I'm only something you'll grow to hate.
zzz

Two crossed paths,
one is covered in snow
The snow runs two feet deep
The other path is grassy, almost like Spring,
green and covered in leaves
If I take the path, covered in snow...
it'll only melt to the dirt
The dirt will nurture its new growth
and flowers will rise from the earth
If I take the path that is already flowered,
one day winter will come; and death, the lilies will meet
Two crossed paths under the branches,
tell me if my heart is complete

Have you ever
taken a picture
of a sunset,
just to realize that
you'll never capture
the true
colors,
the intense
emotions,
the full
beauty
of that moment?

Have you ever
taken a picture
of the crescent moon,
only to find that
you'll never catch
the unfolding
mysteries,
the brilliant
light,
the unwavering
loyalty
of that moment?

That's how I feel
when I try to
write poems
about you.

What a storm cloud
Making a mess of my land
Flooding my gardens
Drowning my fields
You and all your life
You with all this love
I would construct continents
Raise all your cities
Claim the unknown in your name
Just to hold your light
One ray at a time

I want love-
Not the little love
That makes the
heart skip, and
The face blush.
I want to indulge in the Love
That ignites the Spirit

The love that fills all voids,
Heals all grievances,
And
has no boundaries,
No limits,
And
no preconceived notions.

I want the love
That is contagious by presence.
The love that
eradicates insecurities
And replaces them with ecstasy,
I want the kind of love
That sets people free.

I don't want the love
That beats around the bush.
I want the love that
bangs
down my door,
Sets my heart
a blaze,
And keeps
fueling
the fire.

He made me smile.He made me laugh.
Now, he makes me cry, but I still love him.
He could leave a million times and I will still be waiting, giving him the chance to leave a million times more.
He may not love me back, but that's ok
I'm dead anyways, so why does it matter?

"I can't say, ' I love you back'."
Were the words that killed my heart.
I'm lifeless now.
There's no question about it; he was the life in me. And now, he's gone along with my liveliness.

Everyone says I'll get over him, but deep down I know I won't.
He was my king, and I treated him like one.
But I was never his queen, never will be, and that's ok I guess, I can just be his peasant.

The love I have for him cannot be described. It just can't be.
I'm not even afraid of him ripping out my heart anymore.
When he sees it, it will be black, and beaten up, and lifeless.
No beat.
No life.

I would never wish this pain on him as revenge.
He doesn't deserve it. Maybe I do though.

He made me smile.He made me laugh.
Now, he makes me cry, but I still love him.
He could leave a million times and I will still be waiting, giving him the chance to leave a million times more.
He may not love me back, but that's ok
I'm dead anyways, so why does it matter?