Moonlight fills the empty shadow
Where you should be, on my pillow.
I stretch my arm across the moon,
It still doesn't feel quite like you.

Far from home, across the sea,
A boat lies there for you and me.
Sailing on the star crossed sky,
Reflections write our lullaby..

Our shoulders hold more than just air,
Seeking something else instead.
They are the dreamy places where,
You and I could rest our heads...

And if you look to the concrete,
The light glimmers in puddles deep.
It is there my heart will rest,
Waiting for the next sunset.

I think you'll find It's in your eyes,
The way across the greatest sky.
Between your palm and my cheek,
The whole space between you and me..

If you'd only follow me
I'd show you just what I see.
And you'd allow a kiss or three,
And forever we'd only need to be.

Once upon a time there was a little family in a little cottage in some little woods just beyond a little river.  And in this little family in the little cottage in the little woods beyond the little river was a big person. They weren’t really big to look at, no not much. But they did big things with their big heart filled with big love for all the little things. But sometimes, little people hurt the big people, and they become little people too, and hide in their own heart, because there is no-one else’s to hide in. They try to look after themselves, wishing they could be a bigger person again. But they only wish, and wishing is a little person thing, doing is a big person thing. They want to stand up for what they need, but instead they get walked on, and they tire of this and eventually become narrow minded and smaller than even the smallest family in the smallest cottage of the smallest woods beyond a river so small it’s barely a trickle.

Petty things become important, annoyances become plague. Sometimes, the once-big-now-small people try to say it’s okay for them to be small, they did more for everyone in a minute of being big than a lifetime of being small could do, they think it makes up for it. But everyone needs to be big sometimes. Everyone can help another person in some way, even if it is rather small. Hugs are free, listening is free. And what if you’ve no arms and no ears? A heart is always free, rent it to people if they need a safe place. If they graffiti your heart, disrespect it, tell them you don’t like it, try again. Make effort, believe in them, don’t give up. That’s what big people do. They do little things with big love.

And if they keep hurting you, take a little time out, but don’t be little about it. Care for yourself, but don’t be selfish in your ways, still hold that love. And if right now they can’t learn from the  love in your big heart or your little gestures and big meanings, maybe they need time. If you can do no more, do no more, but always believe in someone, because everyone can be a big person.

And I bet right now you’re thinking like a big person, thinking of a big person thing you did. Was it a few little words, a few little thoughts? A few little minutes? Did it make someone else happier, just a little bit, or at least help? Then you have a done a big person thing. And I also bet you’re thinking of someone who you don’t think could ever really be a big person, someone who did little person things to you and made you be a little person for a little while. And it probably makes you feel like a little person to be thinking like that. But that’s okay, just because anyone and everyone can be a big person, does not mean everyone will be. Those with little to give, still have something to give. Those with a lot to give think they’ve nothing to lose, and give. But sometimes, sometimes, where big people can grow a little person remains, no matter how many big people do big people things for them.

And I know you’ll hear this, compelled to be a big person. To do something nice today, ask someone how they are, or buy someone lunch, or give time to someone less fortunate, or even more fortunate, we are all as equals. But will you stay with this? Doing one big person thing sometimes is good, but imagine if you could do something every day? There are days where being a big person gets tiring, but your heart only grows to make room for more love if it’s needed. It is but one thing to feel the glow for a week, being a big person, only to become small again, it’s another to spend every day living as the biggest person you can be.

Remember, it only takes a little love to be a big person.

We are just two people;
Who found,
Eachother.

They tell me there are 7 billion people
On the planet Earth.
That's nine zero's
And for whatever it's worth,
I am glad to have found a Phantom
Among all these births.

There is more people than I'll ever know
But they'll never have their own lamplighter.
The sunrises and sunsets
Makes things a little brighter.
They never pass without a glance,
From your letter-writer.

The world around me is so full
With this, and that, and this!
But at least when I am in your arms,
I needn't exist.
The luxury of not being
It is simply utter bliss.

Though these words are odd-sounding
They are all for you.
You keep my heart pounding,
One out of 7 billion (plus two.)
Though us Phantoms aren't abounding
At least you came through.
Some would call this astounding!
Nevertheless-

We are just two people;
Who found,
Eachother.

We are just two people;
Who found,
Eachother.

They tell me there is 7 billion people
On the planet Earth.
That's nine zero's
And for whatever it's worth,
I am glad to have found a Phantom
Among all these births.

There is more people than I'll ever know
But they'll never have their own lamplighter.
The sun rises and sets
And makes things a little brighter.
They never pass without a glance,
From your letter-writer.

The world around me is so full
With this, and that, and this!
But at least when I am in your arms,
I needn't exist.
The luxury of not being
It is simply utter bliss.

Though these words are odd-sounding
They are all for you.
You keep my heart pounding,
One out of 7 billion (plus two.)
Though us Phantoms aren't abounding
At least you came through.
Some would call this astounding!
Nevertheless-

We are just two people;
Who found,
Eachother.

I read the article.

Not once, not twice,
Not even 3 times.
I read the **** thing over and over,
And then sought others like it.

"Emotional Abuse"

surely that's not what I had suffered.
Not something with a title
A name.

It starts with the love phase.
He makes you feel like a princess.
Sweeps you off of your feet.
(takes your defenses)

All the poems you wrote,
All the words you said.
When you told me to never change
Because I was perfect.

Then comes the part
where you take control
and make me feel worthless.

"I hate people with piercings.
Oh, not you love...of course not."
But you made sure to remind me how I was stupid enough to have them.
"You remind me of her when you say that."
"You walk funny when you're sad."
"I love you, even if your **** are uneven."

It wore me down.
And I felt
worthless.
By now I realise you emotionally abused me.

We are a label
a title
a word
a stereotype
a definition.

And that hurt, because you used to say
We were special.
I was special.
Even though...I had so much wrong with me.
It was always my fault.

And this isn't even really a poem.
It hasn't been edited.
Or loved.
But I need to say it, and i need to say it before i tell someone i know.
Or else I might have to suffer
The pity.

If only he knew how well he ****** me up.

I thought you were watercolors,
And I could wash my mind of your scent.

I pace around, half here, half where I was,
Thinking only of you.
I am lost in the crevices of your neck,
Your pulse lapping gently at the surface,
And thumping through my lips.

It seems I remember your every curve,
And each shadow that lined you.
Your jawline had me in a daze,
And your eyes held the longest gaze.

“The ceiling is wonderful…”
You whispered in a throaty tone,
And I laughed, warning you to enjoy it.
You assured me it was amazing,
Oh how the ceiling must have intrigued you!

My lips brushed yours,
And then turned to seek the rest of you.
They glided on your skin,
And sometimes they lingered,
Long enough to pull you a little closer to me.

Your breathing was shaky,
Laughing at the **** ceiling.
You seemed so nervous.

I stopped to stare in your eyes,
And you challenge me, with a longing in your voice.
“I’m still functioning.”
And so I seek down your jaw again
And hold each kiss longer,
Holding your skin between my lips softly.

I thought you were water colors,
But look at you now.
Here in my mind, stuck like a song
And keeping me up at night.

Your arms held me close,
And I held your attention.
You ran your hands over my neck,
Just to see me shiver with you.

I remember it all, picture perfect.
Your touch, your laugh, your face,
That sound in your voice that asked for more,
But couldn’t possibly handle it.

I remember it all,
Picture perfect,
The bliss in your eyes.

And we both knew I was treading dangerous waters,
For soon you’d get your revenge.

I was always more easily affected.

But for this time, you were mine,
And I could do as I pleased.
So I kissed you, and kissed you,
And you loved the ceiling.
And I felt the shivers you contained,
And I felt the air shift.

I thought you were watercolors,
Easily washed away.
But in my mind you won’t cease to replay.

You told me you loved me,
And I whispered in your ear.
(Oh how I made a meal of it,
Moving slowly up,
Breathing warmly for you!)
I whispered, enigmatic as none other,
“I love you too.”
And ended it in a delightful sigh.

That ceiling, oh how you had words for it.
So interesting, so full of life,
So nice to stare at, head laid back.
Oh how you loved the words I spoke with my kisses.
Gentle little bites to keep you on edge,
And my teeth dragged just enough,
Oh just enough to keep you mine.

I thought you could be water colors…
But you just won’t leave me alone.
And as I pace the space around me,
I am anywhere but here;
I’m home.

And you** stand out the front of your house
And you see me coming up the street
And you bound down the stairs
And you race past the Autumn leaves
And you fill my arms
And you couldn't wait another minute for me to reach you.
And...
I missed you too.