some part of me
are still not okay.
some parts of me
feel like they need to
be filled with cement.
but you've filled them
with dirt and seeds.
now flowers have grown
from the empty parts of me
but you are not here.
I hope my flowers keep
growing even during winter.

I sink into the mattress
more than I ever have
before on my own.
waves of blankets
cover me.
like the tide,
you pull me in
closer & closer
as each hour passes.
a cool breeze waltzes through
the half open window.
the sound of the distant midnight train
is all we hear.
I look into your sleepy ocean eyes
and I just lose myself.

the sunlight
dripped through
the window
like honey
melting into
a cup of tea.
I love it when
it greets me
but I don't mind
when its leaving.
in fact I might love it
even more.

I am writing these poems
From inside a lion,
And it's rather dark in here.
So please excuse the handwriting
Which may not be too clear.
But this afternoon by the lion's cage
I'm afraid I got too near.
And I'm writing these lines
From inside a lion,
And it's rather dark in here.

I hate the cracks in my ceiling.
I never thought twenty-two
would feel this empty.
if there was a way
I could stop time,
I would so you
could stay here with me.

sometimes I can't see
the love that surrounds me,
I didn't know love was
mine to keep.

at times I feel so sick.
wish I didn't feel it.
don't tell me you've
forgotten what it's like,
our love grew overnight.
I can always see the ache
in your eyes.

far away is such a
scary place to be.
the light fills all the empty
between you & me.