I find myself obsessed
pouring out these thoughts endlessly
newly inspired
oh my, I cannot stop
even in dreams my mind spins these words like silk
will I go insane
become these words pouring endlessly from my soul
lose my body completely
forever be trapped in a dream
where words are my master
and I its puppet

It’s like spreading your arms in hopes of flight –
Catching the wind and holding it just right…
Every subtle gust grasping your body like a sail,
Winning the battle against gravity without fail,
Fighting through the impossibilities, the improbable,
And entering the realm of weightless freedom - unstoppable…
Soaring above the clouds of an orange sky,
On passed the day and into the night we fly –
From here to the moon and beyond the stars,
Floating through the cosmos - leaving the world afar…
Gliding passed this adventure like an epic dream,
Not bound to conventional rationality, or so it may seem…
We find each other dancing amongst the clouds,
Circumnavigating the universe like gods, reckless and proud –
Revelations of astronomic proportions are manifested…
Escalating our feelings, as we now become more invested,
An Armageddon of emotion, epically destroying the world; vying,
For your love – for my Darling, your love? Well, it’s like flying.

I sat here
and I cried.

For hours
trying to comprehend
that I won't kiss you again

or lay my head on your chest
while cuddling in my bed

because you still chose her.
I've always known you would.

I cried
when you promised me
that I'll find someone better.
Someone that will make me happier.

because you are the best person
that I will ever know.

I cried
as I realized
that I may never feel
for another person
the way I do about you

because what we had
was real.

I cried
when you told me that
all you ever wanted to do
was to make me happy

And you were sorry
for making it come true

because you knew in the end
that this would fall through.


I cried
when we said
our last
'goodnight'

because I could tell
that it was the end.

I will never forget about you.

I wish I knew what you thought about at  night,  alone in your bed when the lights are off.
When  the  lights are  off  and I am  alone  in my bed  at  night I  think about  breathing.
I  think about  breathing like I  think about  writing, and when I  think about  writing
I  think  about my  mom. There was a  dip in the  road near my  childhood  home,
and  every time we  drove  over it  she  would go just a  little  too  fast.  Every
time we would  jolt  quickly up and down in our  big grey van. And  every
time the  pit  of my  stomach  would get  lost  somewhere  in  the  road
behind us. It was  always  hard  to  breathe. When the lights are off
and    I  am  alone  in  my bed at  night  I think  about   breathing.
I  close    my   eyes   and    feel   my    chest   rise    and     fall.
I    want    a   rose   and   I  miss   the   fall.  It   was    cool
in      the    fall     and     crisp    and      clear.   I     wonder
what   the  weather  was   like  during  the  Fall  of   the
Roman    Empire?   If   it   was   warmer   or   colder
than    its  Rise?   Why   am  I  so   scared  to   rise?
It  is  easier  to  fall.   Fall   in   love   every   day.
Fall     into     bed.     Fall    asleep.    Fall    into
your      arms.     When     I     fall      in      my
dreams    I    don’t     always    wake    up.  I
don’t   think     that     is    normal.   When
I    fall    in   my   dreams   I   am   given
a     chance      to      reconcile     them.
When   I     fell   in   love   with   you
I  was  not   allowed  this   closure.
But  the  joy  existed  in the   fall,
and    maybe   also  in  the  fact
that  you  wouldn’t  fall. Fall
with  me now. We will rise
together.  But  not  until
the summer sun burns
our eyesand melts
our     bodies.
Unti  l then
let   us
fall.