What is Love?
Is it a strong like? Sometimes that's all it feels like.
Or a weird hate? Based on the burning and aggravation when small things go wrong
Is it a sneaky lust? Because you know what I really want right?
Can it even be trusted? Many people say it one day and nothing the next.
Maybe its just a word, a word for manipulation.
The truth about it is Love is what you make it. Nobody can make it for you...but that's just what I think

I want to soften when you yell
like butter on a warm day.
I want to reach for that 
place in you that once touched
the  ground in wonder,
when I spoke,
but is now taking a slight detour.

I'm thankful that I want to
soften even though I rarely succeed.
I take my warm blanket 
and close my eyes.
I float in that space 
where harmony sings 
out my name with joy,
that place I discovered 
so long ago.

All the yous and mes
twirling around in this
dance of love,
we matter.
And we're doing 
what we do,
perfectly.

no one knows pain
like
the ones
who
curse their beloveds
and
bleed their heart
dry


like
the ones
who
watch blood bubble up
from wounds
self-made

the ones
who
fill themselves up
just
to empty it all
in a bathroom stall

the ones
who
refuse their meals
and
live for the scale
because
numbers
don't leave

the crying poet
the bleeding cutter
the vomiting bulimic
the starving anorexic
the lost
the empty
the lonely
the unloved

the ones
who
love too much
and
not enough

no one knows pain
like
humans know pain

Notice her beauty.
Notice her love.
Simply notice her.

The one you give your all too.
Probably notice more about you.
And show it more.
Many ladies do.

So it's only fair to notice her.

If someone says, you talk too much about her.
It's none of their concern.
She's the one you love and adore.

And they might just be jealous.
Because they didn't notice her first.

Yes, notice her.
And see the best in her.
Cause you're the one she decided to love

I softly kiss
the back of your neck
because I know
you like it
as much as
I like to hear
the rustle of the sheets
as your mocha eyes
catch me in the dark.
So close that your
shallow breath tickles
my day old shave
and your nose brushes
my stubbled cheek.
My soft goodnight
tiptoes past your ear.
A faint smile and you
nudge me with your knee
or poke me with your elbow
before you turn away,
settling back into the arms
wrapping your chest.

I squeeze a little.
You squeeze back.

When your gone
I feel it all around me
like the walls whisper your name
and praise
my heart lingers on yearning
through the night
my dreams all capture your face
the faint ghostly touch of your hand
sends chills up my spine
and my body aches until its
graced by your presence
I hate time
and how it plays tricks on our
minds withering in the absent
cold weather distance creates
I've learned I cant live a day
happily without you
around every corner I see your face
haunted and displaced
Please can you promise me just one thing?
Next time you go
Dont leave without me