What? A poem that's
Not about me?*
She says with a smile in her eye.

There are bigger things than
Us in the world.
Can't all be about you, I lie.

She leans over, her head
On my arm.
And ocean of crow 'gainst my face.

I turn and inhale like a
Man fresh from jail; an
Astronaut homecome from space.

I love how the wind can
Smell of the snow
That yet isn't flakes in the air.

But ******, I never was hooked
In this way; I cannot stop
Smelling her hair.

I tried to take your pictures down,
pulled the tacks
right out of my head.

You're a sticky fellow,
and behind the pictures,
there are scars on the wall.

I want to say,
"Remember that one time... when we..."
But I don't want to remember.

I want you to go away.
So I went away.

You're still here,
but you're not here.

We haven't spoken in months,
but why does it feel like you won't leave me alone

I see you every night,
I wake up and sometimes,
I can still feel you on my mouth,
smell your skin.

You're so far away.

How does something so dim,
burn so bright?

I'll probably never know,
why people sleepwalk,
or what I ever saw in you.

How someone who can be so terrible,
can be so
magnificently wonderful
simultaneously.

You were
temporary ink,
but it feels like
a ******* tattoo.

*I'll bleach all my walls
until your stains are gone

Eyeful of tears
Mindful of fears
Are the only arrears
She left

That depressed soul
Created a big hole
By leaving her role
In poetry

That decomposed smile
Melted me for a while
I traveled many a mile
For her

Naked she may be
but look and you'll see
that behind the glossy
four by three,she
is dressed in
dignity.

i wonder where your hands will be in a year
i dream your fingers might still intertwine with mine

shes as beautiful as sweetest sin
wicked as any girl has ever been
***** girl with the naughty naughty nightie