Sometimes I need you
Sometimes I don't
So I write metaphors all morning about all the ways that we love
And all the ways we don't
But, would we love each other so much with out all of the distress?
Becasuse what is tranquility with out disharmony?
What is clarity with out obscurity?
What is the Sun with out the Moon?
Whst is me, with out you?
Unconsciously, you are my solace
And I am yours

When I am no longer inspired to write about you,
Does that mean I don't love you anymore?

My Masochistic love,

You abandon me,
You kick me to the ground,
And than you drag me
I get up and still chase you and when I can't get up,
I crawl,
Till I bleed ..
In hopes that when I bleed, I rid you
But I don't,
Shamefully, I love the way you hurt me.

What if I ruled the world
Would there be happiness in the wind
Or sorrow along dark skies
Would there be birds singing lullabies
Or guns screaming every hour
Would there be smiles on everyone’s eyes
Or fear in all the closed windows
Would there be love among all souls
Or hatred among stone hearts
Would I be governing a beautiful paradise
Or dictating a desolate wasteland

My poems rarely trend
Guess I'm not a trend-setter

Who would usher
the ushers?

Who would protect
the protectors?

Who would support
the supporters?

Who would sing
for the singers?

Who would give
for the givers?

Who would write
for the writers?

No matter how hard we try
No matter how much we want it
Some stories just don't have a happy ending .