meeting
you was
waiting feeling
anxious and
nervous then
let down and
disappointed.

tell me about the first time
you heard me say "i love you".
did your heart pound in your ears?
did the blood rush through your veins?

tell me about the time we first kissed.
where my face turned red
and my eyes opened wide.
did your heart pound in your ears?
did your blood rush through your veins?

tell me about the time we got into our first big fight
where your knuckles turned red
against the walls around us.
did your heart pound in your ears?
did your blood rush through your veins?

tell me about the time we broke up
where my eyes were cold
and our hands untouched.
did your heart pound in your ears?
did your blood rush through your veins?

or did you feel as cold
and as dead as i did?

as our relationship was?

The reluctant hero comes to join the fight
on this fright night of hidden light.

Whose upon these darkened hallways
of twisted realities and unwanted dreams,
he shall stand bright.

Real emotions swallowed by the dark ocean green
and as soon as it came, it is gone in the midst of yesteryear.

Nothing but a memory of a person
drowned in a lake of temptation.

Rapid breathing of a last gasp in the middle of a restless sigh.

Clinging to the hope that one more
will bring back the normality of one's selfless thought.

In his prison of fear, he rests with all he holds dear
waiting for you to remember him when the time draws near.

"What if I meet someone better?"
Words I would never understand
As to why anyone would ever ask
If they were already in love

Unless,
They weren't

i
eat
sleep
breathe
feel
and
see.          
                      but,
                      i
                      find
                      it
                      hard
                                        to
                                        be
                                                             me.

i've personified
the Stars, the Clouds,
the Sun, the Moon,

the Trees, the Breeze,
a Red Balloon

i've personified
Death and Love,
and Pride and Gloom

but I'm finding it very hard
giving human traits to you

I think I need to fall in love
with a poet.
So that maybe all the words
and all the hurt won’t always be mine.
I need to fall in love with a poet
so that he will whisper words
that sound better than stories and
don’t need to last as long.
I want to be the one to fall in love
with a poet.
He can make me feel something
so that all the love and the futures
won’t always come from another. And I
will write stories about us
in another world with better lives
where poetry will be sung from
the love, which dies so poetically
and I will know that I loved
a poet.