Turn the key and the flood begins…
All were there to greet me
Happy to see me
Some would run
Wanting my embrace
Years pass
Different doors
Different keys
Different women
Things we owned
Things we shared
Some I loved
Some I used
Some would slap me if they had the chance
If I came walking through their door
And some…I hope
Would tell me they missed me so
Like the cold leftovers
In the fridge
Of this empty home…

Guess I wasn’t supposed to have an outlet
To write…
No where to light a fire once the lust for words
Compelled..
Not even a walk into the prison courtyard
Without being asked
‘Who is this? Who is she?’
Caged butterfly of insecurities
Drunk tigers what we became
Now we’re just deleted pictures
With nothing to show
Like we never existed
And all of our memories are 4 layers down
At the landfill
Where they belong….

Both sides of me have
been in a ****** battle,
both believing
that they are right.
The sides of me that
both love and hate you.
And it doesn't matter
which side wins
because both will result
in the death of me

Blue collar
White collar
Noose

Love is...
Light where there was none
Endless rivers flowing
Lime dense forest alive
Sweet everlasting kisses
Memory lasting years
Decades...forever
Love is...
‘This is my pain, this is where it hurts...’
‘Give it to me...this is where your pain ends’
Holding you once again
Love is...
Dreams within dreams
First thoughts after nightmares
‘Are you okay?’
Love is...
An empty canvas
An Italian wedding
Soldiers coming home from war
A shooting star only you saw
Their song
Only you can hear
Playing every single day
Every word they ever spoke
Now a burning poem in your head
With an endless wick
Love is...
I will be here forever for you
Time means nothing
Find you first in the next life
Watch over you if I’m befallen before
Endless wick
Burning
Embers
Long
Into
The
Night
Love is...
...you

Of course I remember
The Sunlight
Of our last day together
Much like the kisses between us
Our bodies touching
One last time
Sunlight
Is
All
I have now
Watching you
Watching me
Why I hate cloudy days

12 hour days
Endless financial math
Ruining the thread
Inspiration
Commerce
Is the sword in the
Heart of Creativity
.
But in moments
Throughout the day
10 seconds here
5 seconds there
I still think of you...
Knowing you’re going thru
The same ordeal
Just so I can feel normal
In all this
Commerce
The ******* of the soul
Wishing
We were
In each other’s arms...