The ink will leak,
To manifest to beautiful design,
Or simply blotch on available canvas,
It does not matter;
The pen is broken,
**The ink will leak

I have written three ******* books about you,
and all you ever gave me,
was a half finished song
and a broken heart.

The clock strikes 3:30 and the pit behind the school opens.
We feast on the smell of burning skin and sunscreen.
There is chaos as instruments are strewn across the back room,
No exits and the doors are blocked.
My eyes slide past his but I'm too burned out to care.
Freshmen are the worst,
Insisting on acting as if
They are four year olds.
Not a second late, for Whit is never late.
I have lost feeling in my legs
Still I have perfect
Technique just as he does. Water.
Water does not have an existence in this world.
Heat and sun have taken over.
Our tuba players have given up,
There they lay down in the burning
Grass. He never complains.
As I'm close to my breaking point,
Air no longer passes my
Lips and not one note escapes my keys.
The perfect string of notes and rhythm
Sound from my left. He never missed
A note.
March it back,
March it back,
March it back sixteen counts.
An endless routine.
Opening set.
These single words are bitter sweet.
In ten minutes I am free to go home
And write poetry about him.

I've lost gallons of blood
Torn miles of skin
But the darkest of my scars
Started within
You called me a friend
Even called me your kin
I was there with you
To see every end
As the sun dipped way down
You told me you'd stay
It was only right
As you'd come to say
But as night gave way
And I lay awake
Opening my eyes
Was unearthing a grave
You died with what I saw in you
Withered and worn
And inside me something changed

*A scar was born

Out of all the dust, and floating debris,
How did gravity, draw you to me?
Were our atoms made, in the same star?
Is that why I feel you, no matter how far?

It's that force, that binds us together
forever and ever, no matter the weather
We'll stand together, through it all
When the sun rises and the ocean falls
And when the tide comes to wash away
All the things we'd never say
And the names in the sand, in which we made
Encircled by a finger-painted heart,
Two people, not even God could keep apart

I just blame it on the gravity.

A tree, split with an battle-ax, sticks.
Voice of a shrike.

This moment I'll keep with me forever,    
       and there's nothing you can do.

Glancing over at the shore-
I see home,
I see my past,
but I don't see you.

Looking out on the horizon, the colors drip from the sky--
       melting into one another, kissing the day goodbye.

To you I turn, frolicking in the waves.
You needn't say a word, I soak up your embrace.
You laugh at me and smile, nothing can wipe the grin from your face.

I'm enraptured by your aura,
You had me before you knew.
My soul is drawn to your spirit-
The one light I see that's true.

For this moment is all I've wanted, and there's nothing you can do--
     But enjoy this moment with me, and carry it on with you.

I tell him to go deep.
Deep into my soul

I tell him to go harder.
To break down my walls

I tell him to go faster.
I needed our ******

All that's said and done.
I lay here legs shaking & out of breath.
Exhausted
Now I'm alone.
He did all that work.
Built me up.
*Just to leave me to pick up my pieces