Strawberry, you've been calling me Poetry
for years now, I thought nothing of it when
I stumbled across this new potential home,
but baby this use starting to **** me.

I hope you're well and I hope to see you soon.

Hey Love, I miss you,
when are you coming to visit
me again, in our tiny little town.

The streets are busier
and no one seems as nice
now that you are gone.

Hey Love, I need you,
how are you today and
are you still smiling?

Children throw sticks and stones
at animals and at me, their
parents to mind it now.

Hey Love, I love you,
why do you have to be
so far away all the time?

The sun burns too bright
the nights too cool
without you by my side.

Hey Love,
will I ever see
or hear from you, again?

Maybe I write to rhyme
in meter and fair time,
I'll use cryptic phrasing
to describe my vision hazing.
Perhaps I'll run away
inside the words I say,
or bring you back
and not give you flack.
I could alliterate life
and cloak the fearsome strife.
But tonight I'll write
to forget our fight;
imagining your smile
or us playing a while.
You don't know it
but I am a poet,
wrapping you up in
my web, not so thin

Water
that's all I see.

Rain
day in and day out.

Floods
everywhere and anywhere.

Plants
don't need so much.

Humans
don't know what to do.

Water
its literally all over.

Rain
its ruined a lot.

Floods
deeper by the moment.

Plants
drowning in their only friend.

Humans
going crazy unnecessarily.

Water
it needs to dry up.

Rain
it needs to stop.

Floods
they need to go away.

Plants
they need some sun.

Humans
they need to chill.

I hate the way i trusted you
I hate that youre not a good friend
And youre never very kind
I hate the way you let things end

I hate your awful laugh
And the way you make me cry
I hate the way you always joke
I hate that you wouldnt let me die

I hate your stupid neon shoes
I hate the names you called me
I hate all your ******* friends
Theyre just so **** creepy

I hate that you arent around
And that you never did call
Mostly though I hate the way I dont hate you
Not even a little, not even at all

Don't leave me.

Not unless you want a war,
this cant be the time or place
and its been years since our
last encounter face-to-face.

Don't say goodbye.

Not unless you want to ****,
**** the soul of a little girl
who's not so little anymore
and still has space to uncurl.

Don't push it.

Not unless you long for anger,
cause I will bust and you will lose
I'm stronger than I look but
uglier than you'd think to choose.

Don't ask why.

Not unless you want to know,
that the girl you love is dead
and that she's forever been broken
because she couldn't get you outta her head...

Here's the end.

Because you said goodbye
and you really did move on
it hurts like hell, but its what
you wanted so I'll be ok while you're gone.

Just know:

I'll always love you

The words may not sound quite right
it may not look like all that much,
but I just thought you deserved to know
that this heart belongs to you.

No matter what you think you hear
or where you see me go,
I've got no where else to be that's
as important as here - with you.

Sure my edges are a bit rough
and I don't smile all that bright,
but you make me more complete
than I've ever been - more alive.

The words may not sound quite right
it may not look like all that much,
but this heart of mine belongs to you
and only you, my love.

Forever yours,
M.R.K.

Eyes flutter shut
like butterfly wings
in the early sunrise

I know you're gone
but dreams of you
come so swiftly
that id rather live there

than to wake
another day.

Fingertips trace
the outline of what
was once your
silhouette

and somehow
even though it's all
over, you're still here

loving me

every step
of the way.

She's old fashioned, writes letters
and mails postcards long before
sending an email. She'd rather
hear you say it than to read it

on a screen so much bigger than
it should be. Drinks tea all day long
only sips on coffee when everything's
not right. I'd tell you how beautiful

she is but you wouldn't believe me
cause she's not stick thin and her
eyes shine more than her hair does.

She's old fashioned, her heart
belongs to you and she can't take
another shattering break so
please be careful with this one.

She's just not

like the others.

You...

You are such a good actor,
I never would have guessed
that you of all people didn't
realize you were so blessed.

I didn't see how scared you are,
how weak they made you feel.
Love, I never thought of you
as someone waiting to heal.

I gave you everything I had
taught you all that I know.
Tore my heart apart for you
and you still think I'm gonna go?

You...

You seem so strong and kind
with a soul so magnificent and pure.
Like nothing can touch you
but you're broken for sure.

I am a journal... people write
their secrets in blood on me.
They become my secrets and thoughts,
hoping this will set them free.

They are so much to bare though
every day they eat me away.
Babe, I love you, your worries are safe
but they'll **** me anyway.

You...

You had so much potential
to be so much more than this.
Believe me, you still do too,
just wait Life has some bliss.

I thought it would matter
to you
if I could pen something


~stunning~

the way you always do,
without complications,
problems, or any thoughts
at all.

I wanted my heart
to talk for me
and my soul
to finally roam the way
it should

~free~

Words don't come so easy,
hearts don't have
voices,
souls don't have wings.

I try and I try
to be something I'm not
so maybe you will
like me...

Nights pass and I dont sleep,
days are for learning things
I'll never use
and creating scars
that might never

~heal~

and maybe then
I will know how you
felt the first time
that you

~fell~

All my pens are out
of ink,
my pencils seem to
be missing their
lead tips and
my computer eats

~thoughts~

the way you used to
when you actually knew
who you were.

Time flies,
I don't know
where I am...
What's today,is it
night or is it day

~again~

Am I alone the way it feels
or are there others
out there
sitting in silence
trying to please

~you~

when everyone knows
that they will

~never~

be good enough
for this monster you
became in the darkness
of the world
and the fear your father
instilled in your veins

~blue~

like the tears
streaming down my
cheeks when you
weren't looking.

Does it matter that I'm
writing this in blood
on my bedroom wall
in hopes someday


~someone~

anyone might see
how much you mean
to me?

I write and I write
nothing sounds good
none of this feels right,
so what's the point it's

~not~

like you'll find this
anyway you never
were the one to seek
out your admirers.

~Anyway~

my dear,
the phone is ringing
as if someone actually
has something they want
to say to me

and my mom is
knocking on the door
asking if I'm alright,
the answer is no
though I won't tell her
that, at least not

~tonight~

Kids are laughing
as they toss rocks in the
street and moths
are tapping on the window
longing to get out

I think I should help
them, after all I
know how it feels
to want something so
much and still know
that it is the thing
that will be your very

~end~

I would say I
love you
though it feels
a it like

~hate~

and I know you're
off in ed somewhere
with a girl who will only
last the night

dreaming of all the
things you have and
wondering why you still
aren't happy.

maybe if you met me
if you gave me a chance,
saw me doing everything
for your

~attention~

and learning to write
the way you do
even though each word
kills another cell
I never really had
to begin with.

~Good~

night, my love,
maybe tomorrow will be
better and you will see
a new path to make you

~happy~

in the mean time
I think
I better go now.

I don't like being your
shadow when its already
a dark midnight of horror,
pain, tears, and a lack
of true

~love~

The softest sound
reached for shape
and settled upon
drops of glass-like
rain falling from the
gardens of your
God forsaken bible
and whispered,

"Heaven
. . . is. . .
Falling."

Mom,

I borrowed your monkey sweatshirt
the one that smells like smoke,
with holes in the sleeve and
more memories than anything else.

Don't get mad,
it just reminds me of you

Don't worry,

Everything will be better soon,
There is a solution to all of this.
Things like this just take a little time.

Oh baby boy, everythings o.k.,
Dont you cry honey.
It's just life, that's how it
Always seems to go.

Shush Darling,

Itll be over soon,
We've had enough of this.
I promise this is the last time.

Sweetie, someday itll be o.k.
Try to smile, please, honey.
People leave, that's how it
Always seems to go.

Sleep now,

Dawn will arrive soon,
Nothing ever darker than this.
Night only has so much time.

Baby, things will be o.k
People quit, their choice honey.
They just cant stay is how it
Always seems to go.

Don't worry,
It's o.k.

I'll watch as the moon comes up
and the sun goes down,
it reminds me of us that night
we sang and danced all around.

I wish we could re-paint
our lives and the one we shared,
but that's really hard to do when
there wasn't a second that you cared.

The moon reflects my heart,
I try so hard to be the sun
yet somehow I'm always short
not to mention that I'm no fun.

I'll listen as they chatter about
all the silly things going on
around this little old town
nothing matters now that you're gone.

I wonder if you miss me
even half as much as I miss you,
cause I cry by the river every night
kinda like you used to do.

The water looks so beautiful
why am I poisoning it with my tears?
Is this what you did too
or am I just succumbing to my fears?

I'll smell the cupcakes across the street
but I promise I won't buy one,
nope not without you here with me
in fact I think I'm actually done.

Done with everything,
pain, crying, mostly though love.
I can't take it here alone
and forget the tale with the dove...

That only makes me think
about you more and more,
I'll just rebuild the wall
only this time there is no door.

Do the sun and moon
also feel love's everlasting pain
since they are so far away,
are their tears what we call rain?

The Only reason I hate you now
is because I loved you then.

It doesn't matter if you still
love me, because I can't take
another heart break to such a
degree that you would go to.

I wrote this for you
I wrote it all for you...

You don't know how many hours
I've wasted dreaming of you,
allitterating our times and
pouring my heart out to you.

Its all for you I promise
every bit of it because of you.

All the pain, the tears,
each smile or laugh.
Every single night in your arms,
each bruise from your ****** fist.

Don't you get it
you opened my eyes again.

Thanks for reminding me
who I am and what life is.
I wrote this for you
it's all your fault I'm like this.

The Only reason I hate you now
is because I loved you then.

Listen as the wind does softly blow
stay quiet and it will tell you
all that one will need to know.

Stay still, stay here, you'll be alright
it's just a little storm, nothing bad,
it'll only last one tiny night.

See the lightning, watch her dance
she makes them all smile just look
it seems like they are in a trance.

Shush darlin' don't you cry,
it's just a game that they play
up in the midnight sky.

Oh, you feel the thunder boom,
and you think it's going to
break into your little room.

Don't worry babe, it'll be okay,
I'm here with you, have no fears
'cause I'm here for you, I'll stay.

This storm is protecting you
since daddy went away and
you really shouldn't be so blue.

It's okay, just go to sleep,
there's nothing to hurt you
not even the secrets that you keep.

I know. It was because you loved me too much
to stick around and see me in such pain.
You figured it would be better to come back
and help clean up afterwards. But your plan
didn't really work because your absence killed me
so much that I gave up on the rest. I know.

You felt like a monster and couldn't
bring yourself to face me again after the fact.
It was because you loved me too much.0
I know. I understand.

You need to know.
I forgive you.

You need to know.

You should understand.

I never meant to hurt you.

It's not you, it's me.
i love you. I'm sorry.

But that is what

everyone

says, isn't it, darling?

The world shattered and the sky fell
as I was walking away, begging you
to follow me. To give some sort of
meaning to a lost girl I become.
But you didn't. I got out of sight
and far beyond ear shot, waiting for
the moment you would realize how much
we needed each other. You never came

I waited through the world's first
and second ends. I stood tall in the face
of Fear and after the silence I broke down
and watched myself lose pieces with
every step I took. The world shattered
and the sky fell as I learned that even I
don't want to be my friend which is why
I'm here, in the shadows, standing in line,
waiting to audition for loneliness.

The world shattered and the sky fell
as I was walking away, begging you
to follow me. To give some sort of
meaning to a lost girl I become.
But you didn't. I got out of sight
and far beyond ear shot, waiting for
the moment you would realize how much
we needed each other. You never came

I waited through the world's first
and second ends. I stood tall in the face
of Fear and after the silence I broke down
and watched myself lose pieces with
every step I took. The world shattered
and the sky fell as I learned that even I
don't want to be my friend which is why
I'm here, in the shadows, standing in line,
waiting to audition for loneliness.

The sun will rise -
The moonlight will fade -
I am ready to run -
and forget their lies -
let's leave the world behind -
Follow that butterfly -
Just have fun -
who knows what we'll find -
I'll be yours -
And you'll be mine -
We'll laugh and love -
so step away from the doors -
off we go -
to see this place -
all its beauty -
or simply watch the show -

Oh Darling,

don't you know
that the love
I have for you
is completely

u n l i k e

any other
in all of history?

I am going to find myself,
and so are you.

Let's play a game,
if I win you are free
if you win I'll **** me.

I want you to wear
something colorful or crazy,
to laugh and smile
just for you to be happy.

Come on you can do it,
be happy with me
that's the game.

I am going to find myself
and so are you.

We will play a game,
and I know you will gain fame,
It's quite easy.

All you have to do
is dry the tears,
stop the worry
there's nothing to fear.

It's really fun,
once you get to see
you too can be happy.

I found myself,
the game is over.

Thank you for playing,
I hope you enjoyed it
did you find you?

I know you remember me still
by the way she cries and I know
you refuse to tell her why, afraid that
you might scare her away. You hold
her close at night and sing her the songs
you wrote for me pretending it's my smile
on her face and the chocolate in her eyes
has been replaced by my bluebells and
crashing waves.

I know you tried to move on
and haven't given up yet
because she is still there even though
we both know she's not your type and
this just isn't fair. You give her my names
and make up new reasons that just aren't there
but she believes you because it looks
like someone really loves her
and you are here forever.

I know you remember me by the way
she cries when you're not around
and we both know you still taste
my sour apple kisses in her tears.

I know you remember me by the way
she cries, and we all know you will still
even after Death dies.

"It is time

to forget me."

No. Please.

Please no.

I would,

but you see,

that is almost

impossible

to do when

you are

in love.

You call me an angel,
pretending that I have silken
wings and a sparkling halo
spinning above my perfect
fiery head highlighting
sea worthy eyes and
pale sandy skin.

Every night you kiss my
forehead and call me
babygirl just before
reading me the lyrics to
my favorite song then
walking away ever so
carefully.

It makes me wonder if
I will ever see you again,
or if this time might just be
the very last to be someones
precious little princess.

Then you see me and
wrap me in your safe arms
once more telling me I am
your dream girl your baby
forever and always.

I like the way that sounds,
even more how it feels;
but later I hear you crying
down upon your knees,
saying how you hate
yourself, you're not good
enough for me.

Have you ever bothered to
ask me how I felt or where
I might stand on that point?
Did you ever care to listen
that you are my superman?

Somebody told me today
that you want to take yourself
away from the world, from your
family, and most of all
from me....

If you found your way
to this set of jumbled words,
I want you to know that I
love you, I don't want to
let you go. Besides, too many
people would miss you
like crazy.

So Love, please don't go,
don't pull yourself from life
I'm here to help you, to end
the painful strife. You call me
an angel, so let me
do my job, alright?

I'm lost in the notes of your breathing,
holding on to the damp nothingness
of your blank shirt and your strong arms
pulling me closer and closer to the
delicate beating of your perfect heart.

Mosquitos and ants buzzing around
eating the delicious nectar of our sweet
blood. Sweat drenching us both calling
nature to us in hopes of a midnight
snack incomparable to any other.

Stars dancing above us, one longing
to know us better falls through the
clouds only to make you wish
happiness for the both of us. The moon
shining bright white light of hope
reminding us all is well yet again.

Finally moving into bed, safe and warm
to allow sleep to over come our
sanity and hopes. Plastic butterflies
dancing above us from the ceiling
soothing me as though I were a baby
lying in a crib with my favorite blanket.

Your arms around me, bodies tight
breathing shallowly in sync as eyes
flutter closed once more off to a land
better than that of dreams. Oh how I
love this first memory of sanity
and risk. Oh how I love the feel
of this moment and of you pressed
ever so gently against me.

Please don't ever let this moment
fade, for I cannot recall ever being
more sane, more hopeful, or any
more perfect in the company of another.

And if you think that hiding behind
a flask full of anything you can get
for hours and hours
putting gallons of that potent ****
back each and every time you go
then you need to know
that won't help anything at all.

You think
that it's so ******* simple to
numb such a ******* sharp pain
then let me tell you it's not
because the only way to
feel nothing, the only way to truly
numb yourself is to die.

And if you think you can
take your life away and
nobody will ever care you
are wrong.

Anybody can drink their pain away
not everyone can live to share
the stories from the bar
every single ******* night
after work when no one else will
go home with you or say that
anything is going to be OK.

If you think your life is
worse than others, think about
starving Africans. If you still think
your life is worse you are truly more
****** up than I remember and
I want absolutely nothing to do with you.

That stupid flask is nothing more than
a reason to remember and weep
of everyone who wronged you,
when, how, and where.

It make you upset over
everyone you've ever lost
or had to say goodbye to.

It makes you so crazy that
you stand up and scream for
the entire bar to hear;
all the things they never said
that would have made everything OK
again before they took you to bed
and all the things you never
had the courage to say,
but wish you had because
maybe then they would have stayed
and maybe then you'd be ok.

but Love, oh my sweet,
sweet love, please don't go
back to bar tonight...

Love newly admired, freshly shown
something only for those used to
such an acquired taste;
hidden for months on end
slowly aging for the best effect
like that of a fine wine.

Just waiting for it's chance to
Shine.

A moment we've anticipated
enthusiastically, the way
shooting stars long for the rare
solar eclipse allowing them
a moment alone on
the brilliant stage.

The way people depend on a job's
wage.

Waiting as it seams we must
may seem slow and endless
though angels giggle
for they know what's in store
and daemons emanate rage
for even they cannot deny.

Somehow I feel pride that we'll see
the day we want to live as the sun
awaits Day to pass on loving blessings
to the future bride.

As ready as I am for our day
to meet, to be, to thrive,
so  I can call you mine
maybe we should put the bottle
back on the shelf to ensure
a beyond perfect
age.

In the dead of night:

I don't know what else
Noises like this can mean.

There are supernatural
Heros and secret games
Eliminating all hopes of

Desperate needs to go home
Especially leaving here
And when you are so
Dead like me from the pain.

One mistake and it all
Falls apart for you.

Not this time when I have
Immense reasons of the heart
Going one way with me as
Heartbeats quicken again
Tonight under the meteor storm

Mirror, mirror on the wall
who's the fairest of them all?
Oh her name is Madison Rene'
but what else can you say?

Tell me now, is she alone
has she ever had a home?
Is she a broken little kid
or is she a winning guy's bid?

Does anyone at all care for her
anyone who would show for sure?
Has she ever seen true love
even from someone up above?

Mirror, mirror on the wall
who's the kindest of them all?
It's that girl Madison Rene'
is she the only one with emotions at bay?

Tell me does this girl scare
does she know what its like to care?
Is she truly a kid at heart
or has her innocence been ripped apart?

Why is she so badly hurt,
how did she become their dirt?
When did this happen here
cause all her life she's hid in fear.

Mirror, mirror on the wall
who's the most broken of them all?
Of course it's this Madison Rene'
but will she ever be really okay?

And I'd ask you again if you have a lighter
I'm not smoking yet, but I think I might.
I just need something to take me away
'cause these dusty wings don't seem
to do the trick anymore. There's a tower
blocking my only ray of sun shining hope
and everyone seems to test my luck
not that I have anything left on my
lucky streak, it all died when your ghost
decided it was more fun to linger here
reminding me what it's like to be the one
haunted instead of the one haunting.
****, I miss those days, being the one
everyone muses about in their dreams.

So I'll ask you one more time, if you've
got a lighter out here with you. I swear
I'm not smoking but I just might.
'Cause I'd leave every memory of you
of us at the station if it didn't already
know the way home. I'd drop them off in
a box outside the shelter down town,
but that only works with puppies and
kittens too cute to keep. (shush don't
correct me, I don't have the strength
to break again.) If it helps, I'll just
hold the cigarette between my bleeding lips
I'll taste what I can as harmlessly as
possible and when the smoke finally pulls
away the last piece of my life source
I promise to say you tried to stop me
but I wouldn't listen because I didn't
know how. Don't worry I'll find my way out

someday.

In a place to sing
with a little dancing room
I realized what desire is -

the need
to make someone else
to yourself known.

Then waking
like a ghost
hungover on your
pleasures to an empty
bed and a lonely
room with hope
that they'll return
soon

knowing full well
if they do you've
finally met your match
and if not

you're just
another ghost
rotten to the core
searching for a door
to pass through
to another world
a world that
doesn't exist.

And all of this
happened last night
in a place to sing
with a little dancing room

One set of triplets
and four singles
born this morning at
about half past two.

Five new mothers
seven new kids,
wow, that's huge.

As the moms and dads
sat giving babies love
one stood away from the rest.
A baby girl refused to cry
and her eyes wide open
from the very start.

She was the picture perfect
baby girl, with blonde hair
and glistening blue eyes.

The lack of tears
brought everyone fears.

Her mother remembered a legand
depicting a child of such beauty
yet would not cry and then
began to wither and die...
So the legendary baby was
held while parents wept.

Then the baby's eyes
turned foggy and the babe
joined them for days.

This time alive,
alive for good.

Chances are in this
day and age such a thing
would be absurd,
but once the family sobbed
the little girl began to whine.

The child of the story was
given a necklace of moonstone
that he wore the rest of his life,
and so was the little girl,
for which Moonstone became her name.

warm colors light my way
as I walk around town
looking for something
to do with my day.

There's not many people out
cause it is beginning to rain
and this street's dangerous
there's people outside looking in.

I don't know how they
can see us or what they think
they see anyway, but
their eyes keep accosting us.

Some of wonder and delight
others cold and dark as night,
there's chatter coming through
the frame like an open window too.

warm colors light my way
as I scratch my head and
think of something good to say,
who are these people?

Why do some laugh, like they
want to take my place while
others cry as if seeing this way
reminds them of their own pain?

Warm colors light my way
as I walk around town
looking for something
to do with my day.

There's not many people out
cause it is beginning to rain
and this street's dangerous
there's people outside looking in.

I don't know how they
can see us or what they think
they see anyway, but
their eyes keep accosting us.

Some of wonder and delight
others cold and dark as night,
there's chatter coming through
the frame like an open window too.

warm colors light my way
as I scratch my head and
think of something good to say,
who are these people?

Why do some laugh, like they
want to take my place while
others cry as if seeing this way
reminds them of their own pain?

One dark and stormy night,
I was sitting in my room
all alone as usual,
when all of a sudden...

"Welcome to the end,
here is where the truth is revealed.
Where He is found,
and we will say our final farewells.

As we will part for the last time,
I hope you have learned the secrets.
I hope you are brave
I hope you are ready to learn the true story.

Please listen and listen well,
because once I finish
I will never speak again,
This will be the last "the end"

I won't repeat this,
and you must be warned,
you will cry,
You will be scared.

This is where
you come in
and now,
let us begin, the end."

Came from out of no where,
it was a deep scratchy voice.
Then the next thing I knew,
I was in the land of fiery pain.

I don't know what happened,
but this is the story
of my unexpected, long awaited
journey to the land of hell.

Day after day
she goes about
her usual rut
thinking

that she is
the unlucky one,
once more
elegantly wasted
at the hand of a
never-ending flask.

And the gloves don't
come off anymore
because they are
all she has left to hide

what she can.

Broken daemons
make her miss
the last train home
as they convince
her that she's still
daddy's

princess

even though he's
been gone for years
without a single word.

She sings the
ballad of the
forgotten

as the Aztecs
laugh in their
pre - orthadox
graves with
knowledge of her
fate she has not
yet grasped.

But there is
still so much
hope for a

misguided

princess

in this world,
there is so
much potential
built up within her

beautifully

crafted

heart.

You started learning a song
titled "Never forget" you began
this endeavor before we ever met.

You showed it to me when I
wasn't feeling well because
you thought the piano would
make my headache go away.

You always did a better job of
making me feel better from far
away than anyone near by ever
really could - thank you for that.

I swore to myself that I
would never forget
you because of that skill.

Because of that beautiful song
from such a horrifying game.

And so far, I haven't, but I think,
I think you have and that breaks
my heart every time you cross my mind.

Right now I am listening to that song,
the one with more beauty than words
can describe and more meaning
than the writers intended with the title

"Never Forget"

and I hope that you
have not forgotten
me just yet.

Its a new year,
guess that means
its time to try
something new to me.

So I'm going to
say something
I've never said
before, to anyone.

Hello and who
the hell are you?
What are you
doing in my life?

Why are you
reading this
piece of my soul?
Will I get it back?

Am I really supposed
to try and be nice?
Or am I able to live
like I've always wanted?

You said I'm sweet,
innocent and not
going to cause trouble,
but my god you're wrong.

Someone else said
I am a monster
and they don't know
why I am still alive.

I wanted to
rip their head
off and run,
but I didn't.

So once again
hello and who
the hell are you?
Why are you here?

I need you to promise me something,
promise you will never leave me.
You promised me everything would

be ok;

but how can anything be ok
if you are gone so far away?
Past the limit of time and space
to a completely different place.

You told me to listen to something
said you will never leave me.
You promised me everything would

work out;

honestly, I don't see how that can be
if you are not still here with me.
Maybe I am being selfish now
to leave you are the stupid cow!

Each night I heard you say everything
even that you will never leave me.
You promised me everything would

make sense;

and now you are doing terrible things
my angel will finally have some wings.
That does not make any sense to me
but I guess I do need to set you free.

Take yourself if you must
you truly hated life, I trust.
Remember me, always and forever
know you are my

favorite treasure.

Dear You,

I am so sorry
that we cannot
keep this going.

Our midnight walks
and three a.m.
poetry readings
over the phone

dotted and dashed
with the sounds of
shattering hearts
and overly rational souls
wondering who else
they could be
in the light of day.

I am not
scared of holding
you or of what
others think
at all.

But we stole
your sister's
car keys and
drove to the
border before
we had any idea
what we were
really doing.

Let's not
and say
we did.

Let's put
up walls
when they
look our way

and dance
on stage
with new
costumes

and redesigned
faces like that
Miley Cyrus girl
and her
Hannah Montana
character used to.

Let's not
and say
we did.

Don't let me
lose you again
especially
this way.

I'm so sorry
but we cannot
keep this going.

We cannot be
friends, not
the way
we have
always been.

And i know im not always the best listener,
i get sidetracked and confused i
lose myself in my own little world.
I know im not the girl of your dreams,
i don't look good without make up
and im too big in some areas and
way too tiny in others.

I know that my heart is falling apart
its tied together with all sorts of
useless things and my memory holds on
to more of the bad than the good
but I try.

I am also a dreamer, so i imagine what life could be.
I imagine me and you.
I think of all the places we could see and things we could do.
I envision you happier than ever before
and sometimes I let myself pretend im
the reason for that joy. So right now I'm
seeing the world so much darker than it
really is, but tomorrow, I promise I'll see
the blindingly good side instead,
so long as you'll give me the night

to make the change.
Oh and I know my heart is small,
but i love you with every ounce of love
everyone alive or dead has ever had to
give and i love you for so much more
than just that.

Night after night when the world seems silent
I dare to escape in a series of notes and rests
in hopes I might be able to find myself
once more among the songs long forgotten;

the ones I dedicated to you.

Its not a real piano, like the one I always wanted
as a young girl, but a rolled out key board
good enough to pretend the way they taught me to
so very long ago. The way you used to do
on those nights the rain came down and sleep could
not over come me no matter what we tried.

Songs gone unheard for so much longer than
any work of art ever should, memories arisen
after hours of being suppressed, I lose myself
in a series of notes and rests long forgotten
as I dare to play the songs I love;

the ones I dedicated to you.

I wonder if the sun and the moon
go through this kind of torture
when they are together but always
so very, very alone. Is rain nothing
more than tears of the moon
trying so desperately not to disturb
that misunderstood, tormented darkness?

Are shooting stars just pirates
sailing away for good, so as not
to jeopardize that love they have?
If something is this beautiful
everyone will tell you it's not right
to disturb it, like a delicate rose
even gorgeous when it's long past dead.

Waves always wonder who their mystery
stalker is, but they never live long
enough to see that it's no one to be
afraid of, that the midnight angel just
wants the very best for them, night after
night, which is exactly why she raises
the bar between sea and sky higher with
every tide to come. Don't you understand?

I wonder if this is how the sun
and moon feel, they know they will
always have each other's love and
friendship but they won't ever get
the chance to quench their need to
end that struggle of wanting to
kiss and not being able to - like you
always used to say after getting me
to break my shell just a little more.

It's nice to know that we
are not alone, even in our

loneliness.

I only remember you as lyrics whispered while waiting for Sleep
to come. I remember you as laughter in a group of close knit strangers
and a joke with authority so apathetic you were a new face
all over again by the time morning came back around.
I remember you as my summer love, autumn mistakes, and
winter lessons. You knew I meant the words "forever and always"
because you always love your first love forever.

But I still wonder,
sometimes,
if you have any memories
of me
left.