3am is so unkind
to a lonely longing mind

"Funny how it's hard to take a love with no sting."*
I have accepted that I am in this for the long run.
You are in the songs I hear,
in the morning coffee that I drink,
in the words on the pages that I read,
in the faces of those I have come to know and love,
and you will always hold a special place in my heart.
I could write until my fingers bleed
if I wrote down all the things that you mean to me.
But, for now, I must forget these things.
I am human
and for now I want to cry
and scream
and let myself be broken
and hurt.
The tears will run down my cheeks for however long they need to,
but do not be sad for me
because they will water the flowers in my heart.
These flowers will sprout in my spine
and throughout all of my limbs
and I will, once again, smile
and be whole again.
And through all of this, I will still love you.

the great love poems
are the ones
about love that's
unrequited, or
impossible.
without complications,
the dust simply
settles.
people get used to love
and it becomes a habit,
it remains but sometimes
they'll forget it's still there.
and the poets, they write
about what they'll never have,
and perhaps there is beauty in that,
in the literature of
unending desperation,
but by now I've come
to realise that most poets'd
gladly die for a chance
to write bad poetry
and the habit of
a lifetime.

This one is for you, Katie.
I do not care, my dear, where you are or if it is 2 am,
if you ever need me, I am but a phone call away.
If you ache and hurt, I will bring the Bandaids
to heal your wounded heart.
I will soak up your tears with optimism and encouragement.
If, for some reason, you cannot see your beauty,
I will be there to hold the mirror and remind you.
If you feel you are losing your spark,
I will be there holding a match to light it again.
When darkness seems to take over your mind,
I will come running with a flashlight.
You will never have to walk alone.
I will always stand with you,
hold your hand,
hug you on your worst days,
jump around with you on your best,
and always be the little voice in your head,
reminding you that you are like the sun.
Even when the world below you looks dark
and scary,
you possess a certain light that will always be there to lift you up.

*32 days

Somedays, the tide only laughs
at the sandbags we put up.
When the ocean of emotion
breaks with waves above our hearts,
we swim or drown.

The swell of current overrides
and riptides pull us down.
Move parallel to shore against the tide
till firmer ground is found.
Swim.

r ~ 4/6/14

As water is to cleansing rain
and heat as to burning flame,
so are you to me; the same.
My fiery rain.

Fill the gutter of my mind.
Fire the coal your heart has mined.
Burn me to the end of time.
Your fire does reign.

r ~ 4/1/14

I've Started reading my old works
My own literary corpses
From other places, other times
And lives I used to don

I've started meeting my old words
Like those friends forgotten
The ones, that even though have left
Still linger in the niches of my heart

I've started thinking of my past feats
Instead of my present failures
I gaze longingly at this visage of time
To make up for my lost delights

I've started questioning myself
My beliefs, my dreams and me
If I shed this cloak of apathy
What will I really be?

I've started something,  I'm not sure
But it's something unimportant
As it's just for me, my own tryst
But I've started finally.

There are moments.
I want to scream
Your name
Out loud
Not so everyone could
Hear
But so I could
Loud and clear
To let it surround me
To remind me of
Your eyes
Your smile
The awkward
The lovely
You are
All these things
To me
You are
Who you are
I would drown in
Your ocean
Just to breathe
Your air
To bask in
Your sunshine
I would scream
Your name
Out loud
So I might feel,
Somehow
You could
Surround
Me.

-D.D.