The thought of this girl
The girl who stimulated the mind
I challenged, she won

The mental game of chess
We exchanged pawns at first
Then the field started to open
I sent out my queen to capture her king
One by one taking down her peace.
Flipping her every move against her

But she had a secret plan, a terrible dark secret plan
That I should of known.

I made my move for the takedown
Queen and (k)night ready to fight.
My move I put the queen in position
I set up for the end, it's her move.
She has duplicate rooks
My king is in the corner
Next thing I know ... Checkmate

Don't ever fall in love with a poet
because they will indeed admire and watch your every move
they will write about how the pen marks on the side of your palm when you write
don't ever because they will trace
every single freckle you have on your face and
write about the color of each and every one of them and
describe how they smile so brightly under the sunlight
they will want you to want to know every little thing about them
even if it's just what hand they write with and want you
to be wondering why they write with that specific hand when in
reality it doesn't even matter

the poet will watch the way you dig
your eyes onto that book and your small quick remarks onto the 26 letters all crumpled together and will know that everyday at 5:28 p.m. you smile

they will look deeply into your eyes
to see if they can at least take a little
peak of your soul and they will write
about you like if you were the only
thing they see good in this world

they will want to know what you think
about when you look at them and
see if you also count each and
every freckle and hope and write  
that you do but they will
love you endlessly and they will
show you that they love you and only you

but don't date a poet if you aren't
capable to watch them and
admire their imperfections
when they sleep late at night
beside you.

j.f

Broken conversations,
empty lungs,
doors half open,
hearts almost out of love.

We used to talk of how
we used to be infinite.
But now every second now feels
like a stroke against an unforgiving current.

Our conversations broke
as the flaws of our souls
fell through the cracks of this glass foundation.

These upset words that escaped you
left the air around me a little sad,
a little awake,
and with a lot of echoes.

My lungs went empty
talking you down.

I left the door open for you.
So you can walk in
and slip in quietly-
I won't say a word.

And this heart could never go empty,
not mine.
Yours,
at this point,
I know not.

Flowers never lost their color
as long as you walked this earth.

The long hair, swaying and free

(Knock knock knock)
Someone's at the  door
It's a white figure, I let it in

(Knock knock knock)
Someone's at the door
It's a black figure, I let it in

I let them both in
But the hair is no longer free?
No it's tied, captured by one thing...

The black figure suggest I cut it
The white one suggest I doesn't
The white offers freedom,  but the black seems more appealing

I choose to alternate, but one thing is missing
My Hair.

Where's my Revy?
I want the quick tempered badass, with a broken past and a dimly lit heart who loves me but doesn't want to accept it

Where's my Keiko?
The girl who will stay with me despite my demons, who will fight when she has to, smart enough to excel, and will wait for me to become a man

Where's my Winry?
The sweetheart who goes through thick and thin, the person that doesn't just yell at me when I'm broke but also fixes me like no one else can

Where's my Mikasa?
The one of a kind, warrior who is powered by a thought of me, who can slay my giants, and save me from myself

The real question is ...what do I have to offer?

Remember when we went to the movies?
Remember when you bought me a football and we played catch?
Remember when I made a bubble so I wouldn't inhale your smoke?
Remember when you disappeared?
Remember when you came back?
Remember that cycle?
Remember when I was over my friends and you called and I let him talk to you because I didn't wanna hear your lies?
Remember that void you left?
Remember on your famed holiday at church, I ran to the bathroom because you weren't there?
Remember when all my uncles consoled me because my eyes felt like they could reenact Niagara?
Remember you came back and said you changed, after the letters that said you would change?
Remember when you still did the same thing?
Remember all the times I graduated and you weren't there?
Remember when someone mentions you, I get really quiet?
Do you?
Well, I remember all that you haven't done.
And I often wonder why...