The way I love you has been described by millions, felt by billions
Like a thousand burning suns… or something like that
I think you’re awfully perfect.

We both sleep on the same side of the bed
But you always give it to me.
And you don’t care
When I put my cold feet on your back.

And you always make up
Unnecessary scenarios with me
And our friends just don’t understand
What we’re even talking about.

One of my favorite things
Is to see you look at someone else
Then look back at me
And I can see the fire light up in your eyes.

Remember for Christmas,
When we got each other the same **** stuffed alligator
From four states away?
And how funny is it that
We love each other so much that we have the same birthday?

In fact sometimes I think we share a soul.
Except that mine’s a little off
And yours is perfect
Actually beyond perfect.

And I love how you tip the waiters well
Even when they’re *******
Because who knows?
They could have just been having a bad day.

It’s so funny to me,
The things we say half asleep
And other people would just die
If they knew how crazy we are for each other
And how crazy we’ve always been.

Remember when our love when it was hidden
We couldn’t even look at each other
Or else they’d know
And we’d say it almost killed us.

To believe in a purpose
Under the dark surface
Hides away those scars
That are visible like stars

The darkness in the soul
A darkness that will grow
Grows and reaches out
Before you can shout

Millions hidden in the dark
Shadows alive like a spark
Shadows eating you alive
With no chance to suvive

So let us all hide away
And wait for light of day
Until the time we know
When shadows will go

Cry.
   (but shed no tears)
Laugh.
   (but do not smile)
Hurt.
   (but feel no pain)
Love.
   (but have no heart)
Live.
   (but do not dream)
Die.
   (but do not decay)
Emotions
   .**** and steal and open.
Emotions
   .cause tears and hurt and Life.
Emotions
                 >FLY<
(you dream, you die -)
             YOU LIVE

When you close your eyes,
                                          Eternal Midnight
                 Catches up to you, and with her
                                          Dark Night voice,
                         She sings,
                 Come away with me, and I
                 Will grant you Eternal Dreams,
     Magic things,
                            She sings;
                                           She sings,
                 Come away with me, and remember.

     She forgets, being immortal, the terrors
     That lurked in the shadows of your childhood.

                 Come away with me,
                                       She sings,
                           Come away with me, and forget.
     Resolute, you square your shoulders.

Sweet tea! Porch swings...

                    (she sings, she sings)

                                            ...and other bits of
                    memories from the daylight.

Still, memories and fears are stronger than fragile trust-  
And by the time she sings again, you will have turned to dust.

I don't remember, any more,
The exact shape of your hands
As I held them in mine,
Caressed them,
Memorized the length of your fingers,
The depth of your calluses.

I don't remember, any more,
Exactly your height, how much
Taller than me
You were, where
My head rested on your chest
When you held me tightly close.

I don't remember, any more,
Your scent, when we lay together
Creating our own
Magic rhythm,
Matching our heartbeats as we
Touched the sky, together.

I don't remember, any more,
The sound of your voice, calling
My name as though
It were a song
Within itself, a precious treasure
You valued with all your being.

And I don't remember, any more,
The color of your eyes, the shape
Of your lips,
Only...
How your eyes crinkled at the corners
And your laugh, as you told me,

"I love you."

At one end of the couch
you sit, mute as a pillow
tossed onto the upholstery.

I watch you sometimes
when you don't know I'm watching
and I see you. Who you are.

You are a self made man.
Hard suffering. You are grey
stone and damp earth.
A long scar on a pale sky.

The television is tuned to CNN.
The world's tragedies flicker
across your face like some
foreign film.

You are expressionless.
Your usual gestures ground to salt.

How do you explain yourself
to people that do not know you?
How do you explain to them,
this is me; that is not me.

However many words you choose
in whatever context with
whichever adjectives you use
could not compare.

Even you describing you
would not be you.
Not totally.

Your hands are folded
together, resting in your lap.
I study those hands until
every groove becomes familiar.

Like a favorite hat,
you wear your silence
comfortably.

I sometimes can not help
but wonder what we will
talk about if we ever
run out of things to say.

You are the curve
I burrow into. The strength
I borrow. You are the red sun
rising over the mountain.
You are the mountain.

His eyes have seen the world,
Mine have only seen these dusty plains.

His fingers can strum unending melodies,
Mine only fumble across the strings.

He sees things with a plan and logic,
I only see emotion and feelings.

He takes charge of a situation,
I sit back and follow.

He goes to church,
I sleep in.

He is button downs,
And I am t-shirts.

We are different,
Yet we are the same.

One day I hope we compile our differences,
Set them aside,
Find our sames,
And revel in each other.

Tears that stain my face, Trickle their way
down my cheek and neck,
Resting on my palpatating delapedated *****

Mending the cracks and sealing the wounds.
They stare, wonder, speculate,
let them.

Hot gazes, a flash in the pan,
A gaze to distract, to dispell
to intoxicate, to forget.
A shallow drop in a dry well of tears
Emotions like a cloud over the well,
Grey and ominous with the promise of rain

Rain rain go away,
Come again some other day,
Some other day when you won't see,
This shadow of my former me.
Tears trickle past my heart,
leaving a trail from begining to end
from my eye to my stomach.

Glistening paint that covers the holes
But does not fill them.

My stomach touched by the tears has an adverse reaction,
Does flips and kicks that would make an acrobat jealous to the core
my chest heaving with sobs of wretched,
sobering gasps of shocked air

I can't do this. I need to stop the self-destruction.
I need to regroup, regain control, and stop.
The clouds shake and thunder rumbles,
threatening to release their heavy load.

Rumble, wave after wave,
a crack of lightning,
a release, a temporary reprieve
then a following panic, confusion
as I realize I'm IN the well.
the well is not a well of tears,
but an endless wall of brick crushing me
as a constricting snake,
slowly feeding off of my life until I am no more.
As I awaken, I trace my index finger lightly across the stains,
those stains that stain my pillow, and drip black,
burning ink on my heart.

Oh what those tears could heal and tear that
I might be torn in half and sewn up again
one final time
to let it be finished.