and here i am again
at the intersection
of pedestrian language
& old wives tales
swallowing gum
like 7 year memories
opening umbrellas inside
cause i can't seem get away
from all of this rain
i ******* with my left hand
cause i was told
back in highschool that
"it feels like someone else is doing it"
it gets me wondering
about the difference between
losing you and finding out
that some one else found you
or my sleep
or lack thereof
its starting to tear me apart
i keep having this dream
where you are in
an unfamiliar body of water
trying to wash my poetry
off of your hands
or the one where
something happens in my chest
every time you sit
on someone else's bed
i'm tired of feeling like something you've misplaced
but don't have the heart
to look for anymore
tired of you saying my name
like you're trying to bury it
i'm tired of wondering
if you can tell the difference
between the absence
of my voice & silence
the other day
i almost started sobbing
at work when a woman
asked me about
our equipment
i was explaining how
things come apart
and almost mentioned your name
it made me think
of how you used to say
things like "what would you do
if i showed up on your doorstep
one day?" now, i haunt
the windows in my house
i don't leave for weeks at a time
i sit on the porch like the dog
you didn't shoot behind the shed
the one that refuses to die
until you come home again
i told somebody once, that
you didn't even know
what my voicemail sounded like
i wonder if they thought
it was because you
are so important that i never
let it ring that many times
before picking up
or if you dont know
what it sounds like
because you've never called
you can't be the ****** weapon
and the search party
i'm tired of all the seats
to the ferris wheel in my chest
being empty
tired of your voice
being the one i look for
in abandoned places
that one sound i beg
to bounce back
down vacant hallways
i just seem to stand there
in all of that quiet
like someone looking for a mistake
on an eviction notice
so i guess the hardest part
isn't letting go
it's forgetting
you ever had a grip
in the first place
and since you've been gone
i wonder if when
you pushed yourself away from me
you used your left hand
so it felt like someone else did it

Pity those empty souls
Like mine
Wondering everything
Seeking the end of the line
Nothing lasts forever
But a memory on a paper
Of grief and loneliness
Tears of a hater..

Your creativity is showing me a spectrum of colors I myself had never seen,
and though overwhelming,
it's mesmerizing all the same.
The shades of your voice are enough to get me lost in the art,
the cool and warm tones of your words leave me wondering just what season it is.
Similar to the Wisconsin weather I endure daily,
so warm and embracing one moment,
nearly as cold as the deadest of winter the next.
You told me your worry about yourself because of how your mind works.
That over the last two years,
it has not mattered who we've seen,
what we've endured,
we always come back to this.
And can I just say that
I never thought I'd be in this kind of relationship.
Late night phone calls and
distanced "I love yous"
followed by confessions I fear I'll never admit once the line goes dead.
We always joked we'd marry when we were younger,
but the reality of it is becoming realer than I'd ever imagined.
Through it all, I just want you to know that
I wouldn't mind getting lost in your voice one day.
The spectrum you show me,
almost as vast as the space between you and I.
And yes, I really have thought about this-
because I consider you my best friend
And that's something no amount of distance will change.

When with you
I loose the ground beneath
I loose the feeling of time

You take me embraced
To a world of ours
Where time is not a matter
Where there is only me and you

Oh you haven’t been in love
I can see that in your eyes
Let me show you
Let me guide you
It’s the only place to be

I am your cloud
So start chasing me
Cause the wind is strong in my back
You don’t want to loose me
There is no place for fears
There is no time to postpone
To find your soul mate
Is finding yourself
Don’t get disturbed by the devil
He will disappear when our both hearts melt together
He is challenging us
Because he is not a believer
But we are

So take my hand and let us fly
We were born to find ourselves
And take that flight
Can’t you see
Can’t you feel
It’s not about the differences
We are all unique
It’s about you and me and what we can become
An Inseparable being

Think about it
Take your time
But you cannot hide behind your diligence
My thoughts are much too clear and much too honest not to feel them
Being in Love is the final destination not a station that you should miss
So free your soul of the fears because they are not real
When we are together we are the ones we should be
A mountain flower that finds refuge under the cloud
That will stay there forever to protect him
Love is what it is all about