The sound of your footsteps
On the wet concrete
I carry in my soul.

When I am alone
They echo in me,
A small sound made great.

The way paper moves
When you breathe out;
You inject it with life.

So come on over
Breathe on me too
And ******* to life.

The sound of your footsteps
On the wet concrete
Sound better beside mine.

I can't find a better thought to wake to each morning but you.
Just know my heart is in the lion pit for you;
If you're going to run, go now.

You're giving me withdrawal symptoms.

Headaches
       Nausea
              Mood swings.

Often violent, swung at no-one,
                                        hitting all the wrong people.

                            Never You.

Fix me up.
Inject me.

I'm killing for something I haven't even tasted.
                     Yet.

"Indeed, tick."

Overdose.
Overdose.
Overdose.

Tick,tick,tock.

Tick, tick, tock, tick,
Listen to all the clocks, tick.
Horology drew me with all of it's sounds,
The shop here simply resounds,
I'm bound.

Tick, tick, tock, click!
Turn the key in the lock, click.
There is no quiet in this place,
But I can hear my own heart pace,
Trying to win a race.

Tick, tick, tock, chime!
All the bells go off, chime!
The time chimes right exactly on nine,
The noise is less than divine,
All mine.

None knows the hollow sound,
But me!
Up all night listening,
Listening.
None knows the auditory drowning,
But me!
Deep in my veins,
With it's deathly melody!

Tick, tick, tock, cuckoo!
Chimes weren't enough, cuckoo, cuckoo!
The little birds jump out of thier beds,
Swirling into my tired head,
A moment later, the noise is dead.

Tick, tick, tock, hush.
I mutter under my breath, hush.
I'm trying to write for my own peace of mind,
Where are the words I need to find?
I'm blind, I must be blind.

Tick, tick, tock, clunk,
The thud of the door behind, clunk.
Free of this shop and it's midnight embrace,
The ideas it tried to lace,
The end of a day.

No tick, no tock, no clicks, no locks,
Home where I await,
The sun to rise and touch my eyes,
The light can only harmonize.
And now I'm here the day is so loud,
But you help me forget the sound.

Tick, tick, tock, tick,
Even out here the clocks, tick.
All I want is the silence,
Devoid of this silly rhyming,
The silence I found  in you.

Poetic ***.
There is a song I heard,
And I read a review.
It was called a poetic form of ***.
But the *** it described,
Despite the beautiful words,
Was not at all poetic.

I should be studying right now.
I wanted to leave to game
Gaming is how I cope,
Yeah, I suppose that’s lame.
Instead of finishing my study,
My science work
(which was due a week ago,
But that I never did.)
I am pretending to be busy.
The Play Station was taken,
So now I sit here
Alone
And cold.

I’m marveling at the ring you gave me,
Tightening the bracelet strings
And checking the clasp of the necklace,
And thinking of the happiness it can bring.
I suppose I am upset.
Really badly upset.
And I thought of all people, I could talk to you,
Because everyone seems to be calling me a failure
Or making me feel like one.
Instead you don’t want to talk to me.

So I’m looking at the pictures from you I have.
The one you drew of us kissing,
The note in Elvish.
The skull you turned my eye picture into.
I’m holding two screws,
Thinking of you
And what more I can do.
And your copper tiger
And that pink stone.
Reminding me how badly I want to be “home”

I’m upset- but most of it is pride.
The fact that instead of asking explanation
You automatically assumed I’d lied.

But instead of sitting here studying
Or crying more
Or feeling bad and apologizing again
And again.
Or cursing your name and pretending you don’t exist,
I’m remembering I love you.
Because I do
I always do.
You’re sick of me right now-
By all means push me away.

Just tell me you’re okay in the morning,
Or you’re not okay.
And if you still don’t want to talk- tell me.
And I’ll be upset, of course I will.
But I’ll shut up and give you the space you need,
And I won’t apologize again, because that seems to annoy you.

Until then, I must get some sleep (if I can indeed, sleep)
Goodnight,
I love you.
Even though you’re not in the mood for me,
And I’m a little sick of you.
Because most of all- I’m just worried,
And I’m just not good at situations.

I do not exist,
Outside the rims of your eyes.
When you see me they sparkle
And you come alive.

My family looks at me,
I do not know what they see-
I think they see nothing at all.
Whatever it is,
Is easily believed.
But you rush to me,
Pull me close.
“Our love is unbelievable”
You whisper as my anxieties doze.

My friends see me,
I am needed and used.
And when the temper flares
I am shamefully abused.
You always say you need me,
But more than that.
You want me in your life,
And never on me have you spat.
Or left me downtrodden,
To hide.

My books shun me,
And spite me with the words.
My cd’s play all the wrong songs,
Even if that is absurd.
Your words seek to lull me,
In a voice like a melody.
Your melody is never wrong,
Even when you sing out of key.

I’ve spent a night not existing,
Lost without a clue.
I do not need to be sad,
When I do exist
If only to you.