My dear, this life is as sweet as
warm, honeyed tea.
Why be so bitter, when all you
need is to bring your
lips to the rim and sip.

He was, still is, and always will be
my sweetest dream,
my beautiful nightmare,
my lovely monster.
He’s the recurring, fire in my bones
and the only thing that could
extinguish the flames.
He’s the thoughts that keep me
awake at night and the very
first thing that comes to mind
each morning.

The heat the summer sun brought
to your skin makes me so jealous,
for she touched you and you
welcomed it willingly before me.
She left her mark and it’s all I can do
to keep from screaming- I wish I could
touch you, myself, but I am left standing
in the shade, watching your sunburns
come and go.

I laid with you until time carried
me away and then again, as I dreamt.
But, when I awoke, alone and no
longer in your arms, I cursed the universe
for not letting me stay with you a little longer.

beneath a blanket of stars
thicker than salt in the sea,
I sat and sat and sat watching,
stargazing and telling you
all my secrets and all my dreams
you took my face in your hands
and looked me in the eyes and said
by all means, “go, do, be.
“just so long as you change you to we.”

I was never one for the daylight,
rather a soul made for
the nighttime.
Stepping out
on the cold concrete, barefoot
to see the stars
was more my schtick than
was watching the sunset.

How could you ask me to sculpt for you a
poem out of pure stardust
only to turn your ear to the soft
humming of another?
I poured my heart out on the page for you and
you crumbled it up and tossed it off the bridge.
I just want to know, why?