Tormenting,
I begin to cry.
Touching,
I wish I didn't feel.
Screaming,
Why can't anyone hear?

Tell me a lie
I can't be losing you

Tell me a lie
There's no way we're through

Because even after all the time we bought
Forever didn't last as long as we'd thought

And she dances;
the music is her lover as she spins.
A waltz for the chances she never took;
when she closes her eyes,
she sees all the love and romances.
Calling her silently as she dances,
quick as the fastest of glances.

Toll.
What was,
is, silent
inconvenience
and required payment.
Forget. It's already
Been paid and the day is young,
But the hours few and fleeting.
Quickly, keep step with the assumed note.
Stumbling steps, the rhythm is all wrong.
The music stops the deaf procession. Hark! Hope.
Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. The bells play for dead ears.

I looked deep into your eyes
as my fingertips grasped your hips, pulling,
pressing you into me.
“I love you”, you said
and I smiled.
“I'm sorry, Darling, for letting you go”, I choked
with tears of regret clouding my vision.
Your eyes softened with your smile
that felt like the warmth of the sun.
“It's alright Baby, don't cry, we're still together
because I never let go of you”.
I smelled the coconut lotion on your arms
as they draped over my shoulders and clasped together
around the back of my neck.
I closed my eyes and pressed my forehead against yours, trying
to hold on to the moment forever.

When I woke up
soaked in sweat,
you were gone.
You've been gone a while now
because when I let go so long ago,
so did you.

When, to their airy hall, my Fathers’ voice
Shall call my spirit, joyful in their choice;
When, pois’d upon the gale, my form shall ride,
Or, dark in mist, descend the mountain’s side;
Oh! may my shade behold no sculptur’d urns,
To mark the spot where earth to earth returns!
No lengthen’d scroll, no praise-encumber’d stone;
My epitaph shall be my name alone:
If that with honour fail to crown my clay,
Oh! may no other fame my deeds repay!
That, only that, shall single out the spot;
By that remember’d, or with that forgot.

I’m not sure where I belong
Is this world crazy or just me
Sometimes I feel like I’m doing everything so wrong
But then there’s the other me
The person I strive to be
She is courageous and strong
Determine to do all that is assumed wrong  
And sometimes I see her
And all I want is to be her
I tell myself why can’t I break free
Be who I want to be
Do what I want to do
But at the end of the day
I must awake from this fantasy
Because no one is ready for me
No one is ready to truly accept people who are different  
So I’ll put on smile
And compose myself
I’m out of the box
That is easy to see
But I stay within guidelines
Because society would never accept me
And when the world is ready to open their minds
To accept and recognize that we are beautiful and unique

To embrace each individual’s originality  
Only then will I get to be me
I will get to shine
Until then, unfortunately, I will stay within the guidelines
Drinking another glass of wine
Throwing up a peace sign
Smiling and laughing on all the cue times
But never saying what is truly on my mind

I thought your poem was really sweet,
but
I just don’t think of you that way.

Honestly, sometimes it’s too much:
the endless proclamations,
and the incessant compliments.
Maybe if you were more like Paul --

We got dinner the other night,
Applebees’ Ultimate Trio.
Not once did he
hold a door
or offer to pay.
He didn’t compare me
to the sun,
or the stars,
or anything else for that matter.
He just said,
“You’re ******* hot.”
So we went to his place.