I wish everyone
Would get the **** out
I don't even know why
I invited them to my house

I knew I had lost you the second I found myself looking you in the eyes and still missing you. I have your hands intertwined with mine, but your heart has long escaped to find home with a face unfamiliar to me. You still fill my ears with words that could make even the sweetest of candy jealous, but they taste stale. When we started finding comfort in exploring abandoned places that had long lost the life and light that was once in them, I never thought I would have that same feeling when looking at you. When did you become so vacant? When did you stop feeling me an only touching me? When did your words become so cold that they stopped having the ability to make me melt?

"Our love is a burden."

"Then it isn't real love."

The ocean is sad,
her winds are
like a desert's
but about nothing.

At night on the beach,
the waves come
crawling in from
loneliness
as does the wind.

For a mote, I think
of how glad
I am
to greet them
after their journeys.

The ocean is so ugly,
so full of grayness
and despair,
were it not for
the sky that
stretches above,
the ocean would
not be worth seeing.

She fills my heart
with love
because of her space,
but the salty water
stings my eyes.