i love you*,
she wrote
in the secret of her palm
to remind herself.

I share a bed
With anxiety
It's no wonder I can't sleep.

This is a daily reminder
That he doesn't love you
Like he used too,
And he can fall asleep
Under the shining stars
Without once imagining your smile,
And he can drive around
At 4am
And you wouldn't even come to mind,
And he can lay in the bed
You used to lay in
And forget all about your shape,
And he can dream of things
That actually matter
Rather than your stupid apologies
And I miss you's.
This is a daily reminder
That he doesn't love you anymore
And he never will.

What is more beautiful, than falling in love
as each moment passes by, grazing my mind
Of your graceful splendor, I cannot get enough
day by day, I move closer to your side

Your journey till now, was entirely yours
Pockmarked, scarred, deserted all at once
Now I ask to stand in your shoes
and be your silent shadow in life's dance

Be that as it may, I cannot undo what you have seen
The pain you have felt, the terror in your dreams
So here I stand with open arms, my love
Let me in, let me close your open seams

Let me hold you, till you don't shake anymore
Let me caress you, till your breathing slows
Drift into sleep and dance with me there
For in our dreams, betwixt you and me, there isn't even air.

Secrets lap at the edge of pouted lips
Pooling below the tongue, it sits all wrong
Fistfuls of curls in red polished fingers and a cracked bottle grazing at the wayside
Silence so soaked in sweat it hardly admits it's guilt
Cough drops held at the back of throats and little pinched baby thumbs pressed in balled up fists
Rough cotton, cool linen
Heaven coiled around flesh, around flesh, around flesh
Around breath, after breath, after breath.

Maybe its just me,
but I hardly ever see poems about happiness

Is it because the bad times outweigh the good?
or do they outshine them?

If not for ourselves
We would have nothing
No experiences
No loves
No friendships
No thoughts
It is for our existence
That we purely exist
It is through ourselves
That we experience
Not just ideas or thoughts
But we experience ecstasy
Don’t ask yourself what is happiness
Ask yourself why exist to strive for happiness
A thought that has eluded great philosophers
Instead experience existence
Enjoy the breeze
And live for the sack of living