You never say a word
As I stroke your skin,
Tracing the veins along your arm -
Just watch my fingers
Traveling the road map of the blood
That courses through your body.
I have tried so many times
To find a different path
Discover a detour
But I have only found a common route -
Whatever vein I choose,
It leads to your open hand, outstretched
The only place I feel at home.

A lonely ache knocks at the door to my heart, trembling inside I hide and ignore it,
A bright smile locks it out, "Go away" is replaced by "I'm fine",
Melancholy sinks deep its hidden roots, shame, guilt and loneliness, festers quietly,
It doesn't ever fully go away, I just learn how to hide it better.

You have such a beautiful smile
The way your teeth glitter
Captivate me

Your eyes are more intense
When I have you in front of me
Colored honey brown

You have such a pretty face
The kind that hurts hearts
If you watch it too long

And I know you are dangerous
But I follow anyway

Not knowing what will become of me
Not caring

As long as I have you

I can die happy

do you ever
think that

maybe we were just too different

to be meant for each other?


i believe in souls.
you are stuck in the mud of being clearheaded and logical

i write poetry
you get frustrated trying to get words to rhyme

i try to fill up this hole in my heart
you never had a hole to begin with

i have scars on my wrist
you tried to fix it because it felt wrong

i have so much hurt in my heart
and you



...
and you

and

well
i guess you do too.

The feeling of your words on my skin,
Is so addicting,
I feel your words corse through my body,
And mend with my white blood cells,
As if a cancer that'd I wouldn't dare treat.
The consonants settle in my fingers and toes,
And the vowels and "Q" go straight to my lips,
Making me virtually speechless,
As I jabber gibberish and tongues.
I feel your verbs in my limbs,
Like an energy that makes me seem supernatural.
I see your nouns float from your mouth,
And sink to the ground,
In order of relevancy from closest to farthest.
I hear your adjectives chirp,
Like songbirds at dawn,
And I whistle back,
Just so I can hear their reply.

One of the worst feelings in the world is loneliness.
Sitting in the dark by yourself in the wee hours of the night gently crying.
Nobody knows what's going on with you.
How could anybody realize what's happening?
Everybody you know is resting peacefully in their bed awaiting the new day tomorrow.
But for you, there's no difference in the days.
Everythings just one endless blur.
Sometimes, it's as if you're not even there.
Just flesh, taking up space.