There is no wound that time doesn't heal,
Why then, is it getting harder to breathe?
Like a rope tightened around the neck slow.

Smiles, laughs, and memories we shared,
doesn't seem to dim the pain and remorse.

Going places used to fill me with joy, 
But now my mind is also at peace when it's with you...

My mind knows it won't last forever, 
But the heart cries - just a little longer??

Embracing each moment as if it were precious, 
Losing ourselves and turning a little too zealous... 

Searching for silly reasons to fight, 
Just to see each other's eyes so bright...

Endless conversations we had, 
but the long silences made us even more glad...

Stealing a little time, buying a little while, 
Just to see your face and the radiant smile... 

Nights seemed longer, days seemed to fly, 
And I was getting closer to the days I would cry...

I simply wish we were meant to be together, 
or that we had met a while earlier...

You weren't written in my destiny, 
but the little time with you was just so heavenly...

You weren't what the world would call perfect, 
But what could I do, when the hearts did connect...

I went with the flow, as the world said, 
little did I know about the tears we would shed...

Now your mind is in a turmoil, 
and my heart is hurting with the coil...

A word of apology is all I can say,
Though all I did was love you in my way...

I knew the words that would have made you stay,
Just didn't know you were planning to go this way.

Only thing I wanted was for you to be happy,
never did it cross my mind that you would seek it so not aptly.

A slow transition, yet so quick,
from strangers to healers, we went.
You ripped your skin, I saw through,
and it felt a reflection of mine.

Found a soul pleading to feel loved,
searching to feel safe and adored.
Scars bleeding, pain un-ceasing,
you knew to give, not to take.

Saw a heart that deserves love,
so lost and tired to search or ask.
Didn't know just being there,
felt healing and freedom for you.

Kindness is all you asked of me,
love was everything I had in me.
You healed, only to bleed more,
when you had to make a choice.

On a Wednesday morning, clear and calm,
                     I went to Astor Place
and had a gypsy read my palm
                     or maybe just my face.

She said my heart was heavy
                     and my head was stuffed with lies.
But things like that weren't on my hand,
                     they hid behind my eyes.

The room is dull and dank and cold but at
least I have a hand to hold.

Forever and an instant met up one day,
had a short but lovely talk,
then each went on its way.

I wrote you a letter,
and then another letter,
and another, and another,
until I wrote you a word.

So I wrote you a word,
and then another word,
and another, and another,
until I wrote you a sentence.

So I wrote you a sentence,
and then another sentence,
and another, and another,
until I wrote you a letter.

I hope it finds you as I found you.

Yours truly,
Yours, truly.

I bought a bunch of wooden soldiers.
I bought them from the store.
And now a hundred tiny soldiers
guard my bedroom door.

So if you're a scary monster-thing
who wants to go to war,
my bedroom door is open.
I'm not frightened anymore.

Sully suffers from a stutter,
simple syllables will clutter,
stalling speeches up on beaches,
like a sunken sailboat rudder.

Sully strains to say his phrases,
sickened by the sounds he raises,
strings of thoughts come out in knots,
he solves his sentences like mazes.

At night, he writes his thoughts instead
and sighs as they steadily rush from his head.

I love you just the way you are,
but you don't see you like I do.
You shouldn't try so hard to be perfect.
Trust me, perfect should try to be you.