Leading someone
on
feels
like writing
the beginning
of the
cutest poem
and then
it sudde.......

What ***** is that
poets don't ghost
because they
can't
un-write

I threw my heart at you
and you struck
a home run
and placed
it among
the
s * t  a  * r  * s
                                 *                            *                                   ­    *
                                                  *           ­                          *
          *             *                                                   *                                        

Of all the worlds
I create,
none of them
miss you
miss you

I grab my pencil
everyday

Shaky hands
bring down the lead tip
barely touching the paper
in anticipation
of inspiration

Bombs explode outside  
clouding the sky

I call my muses
to work
but
they fail to clock in
because
the road between
the heart and the mind
has been
bombed

I can't keep my
mind shut
and my heart
quiet
for the key
to locking them
got lost
the day
I learned
that,
"all is fair in love
and war."