Can you hear it?
It's the deafening sound
Of words left unsaid,
Of hearts silenced through
Sense and reason.

Can you spot them?
The weary ones, the broken ones
who push through just one more day
because they cling to a fragment of hope
that tomorrow will bring a reprieve.

Are you one of them?
The shattered souls that
go through the motions
without ever really knowing why.

It bubbles up
deep inside.

It threatens to boil over.
I shove it down.

It creeps inside my head at night
and whispers nasty things.

I almost listen to it sometimes.

Some days, when I look in the mirror,
I can see a glimmer of it hiding in me.

I hate the night.
The darkness creeps through my veins
and into my mind
bringing memories I tried long ago
to bury.

I hate the quiet of the world,
making my racing thoughts
and the broken beating of my heart
even more pronounced

I hate the patience
of a world asleep,
that waits for me to
face the things I run from.

In the days gone by,
I see the sweetness now.
I feel the gentle touch of memory
across my weary mind.
It soothes the sting of broken things.
It mends my broken soul.

Meteors fell through the sky
flaming in the darkness.
She was pressed next to him.
It was a culmination
of a million things.
Of late night conversations
and easy laughter.
Of pounding hearts
and a perfect friendship.
It was beautiful and bittersweet.
And in that moment,
she wanted to tell him
that he had her heart.
But the pain of the past
restrained her.
Meteors fell through the sky
and the night was filled
with the things she would not say.

The anger builds up
like a raging flood,
the only dam,
my will.

But I'm only human.
The cracks begin
and gradually
my will breaks down.

In the privacy
of my own nightmare,
I unleash the flood.

The blood pours out,
the emotion comes,
And for a moment
I feel the release.

This winter has gone on
for so long.
I've forgotten what the
sunshine feels like on my face.

My fingertips are frozen
and ice invades my lungs.
I shiver in the nighttime
and grey is all I know.

This winter has gone on
for so long.

Laughing
Running
Screaming
Jumping
Breathing
Loving
Living

C­rying
Gasping
Aching
Bleeding
**Dying

You used to trace your finger
up my spine.
Across my jawbone.

Dancing across my lips,
lightly down my cheeks.

You would trace the line of my collarbone
and into the hollow at the base of my neck.

You would lay your head
against my chest.
Listen to my heartbeat.

Now, you walk into the room
and I can't even look
into the eyes I once got lost in.

I was so full of love and trust.
But you walk into a room now
And all I feel

Is a winter's chill
so cold
that I will never warm from it.

You hold me without touch.
A single glance
can paralyze me.
I try to pull away,
to gather up what is left
of my dignity,
my sanity,
my pride
and walk away.
But a whisper from your soul
reaches out and gently,
ever so gently,
pulls me back.
I never feel it
until it is too late,
and I am trapped within you
once more.
You hold me without touch.

Most girls don't cry
when a nice guy asks
them to coffee.
But I do.

Because you linger
in every thing
that I ever do.

You linger in the moment
when I first wake up.
You linger in the moment
just before I drift to sleep.

You linger in the way
I curl up at night
trying to compensate
for the space where
you once were.

You linger in the line of my jaw,
the hollow of my collarbone,
the small of my back,
the inside of my wrist.

You linger in my every breath.
You linger in the broken beating of my heart.

Most girls don't cry
when a nice guy
asks them to coffee.
But I do.