Reject me not if I should say to you  
I do forget the sounding of your voice,  
I do forget your eyes that searching through  
The mists perceive our marriage, and rejoice.  
  
Yet, when the apple-blossom opens wide          
Under the pallid moonlight's *******,  
I see your blanched face at my breast, and hide  
My eyes from diligent work, malingering.  
  
Ah, then, upon my bedroom I do draw  
The blind to hide the garden, where the moon          
Enjoys the open blossoms as they straw  
Their beauty for his taking, boon for boon.  
  
And I do lift my aching arms to you,  
And I do lift my anguished, avid breast,  
And I do weep for very pain of you,        
And fling myself at the doors of sleep, for rest.  
  
And I do toss through the troubled night for you,  
Dreaming your yielded mouth is given to mine,  
Feeling your strong breast carry me on into  
The peace where sleep is stronger even than wine.

sometimes
i pay for
stuff with
change just to
see the horror
on the cashier's
face.

I feel like my sadness has become my default mindset
And my negativity never ceases to amaze me
In the most putrid sense of the word
*Amaze

"Your mood must be cycling," He said without discretion
Because I didn't want anymore awards
Because it doesn't mean anymore to me then a stupid patch on a stupid shirt
Because I feel more accomplished without it then with it
Because it doesn't matter
It never did
But he would never accept that
"I think you need a better medication." He said with ignorance
All his awards and medals and patches sewn on to perfection and shining like vainity

I like reading
Old peoples poems
They always are filled with an odd sense of knowing
And it makes me feel safe to know someone  **knows

I have galaxies hidden between my bones
And I will love you until the stars burn out