For your smile I rise;
To ease solitude I blow,
Still you doubt my love?

You sat there and laughed at every joke I told. I smiled with when I saw the crinkling of your nose. I'm surprised that I was able to talk with my stomach full of roses. I can't write angrily anymore. Now I just sit upstairs alone and lock my door. Maybe one day I'll use up all the air in here. You can't scare me, I've got nothing to fear. Nothing to lose. No one around to loosen the noose I tied myself to hang from the roof, but I can't stand the sight of you. The one in the reflection. I see myself by day and night, as a constant contradiction with a worsening condition of my overwhelming confliction of emotion. It ***** that I hold on to every word you say. Because no matter who it is, you'll treat the next one the same way. So let me be the next one, cause you're the only one I wanted today.

I don't think you'll ever get the reasons that I stayed
I don't think you'll comprehend the decisions I have made
Sure I have taken hits, but as you see I've survived
So I refuse to fall down now and say that I have died
I'm so one sided when it really counts
And it's just a habit that I can't break now
I'd say it all, if I only knew how
And if I spoke, you wouldn't hear a sound
So if I decided this'd be my last?
How fast would you get here to make today last?

Love poems
about a face just glimpsed
echoing in memory.
Singular dark eyes,
pooling the shadows
quick words, one handshake
and another for goodbye.

Impersonal
competitors
living hundreds of miles apart
unconnected
yet he draws me outside of myself.
I love not him,
this one I do not know,
but the metaphor -
what he is -

The sere winter wind
rasps my sleepless eyes.
Roads and roads away from home
across a snow-blinded parking lot
we are
missing one another
silently.

Tonight, with stars refusing to shine, all I can think of is at one point they were all mine. What a lovely night to hold the knife and leave the light on. End my life with the words of a love song. Yesterday, with my stars dimmed in the dark. My scars went black, and so did my heart. I punched a wall so I could watch my hands bleed. I know you don't want me, but you're who I need. Tomorrow, when my stars all fade away, I know you'll stand at the head of my grave. I know that you won't cry, and you won't even miss me. Even if I die, you'll get over me quickly

We’re all the black sheep in someone’s story.
We’re all heroes, soaking in our glory.
We’re the monsters that hide under children’s beds.
We’re the beautiful presence that rattle stranger’s heads.

Full of pointless egos we are.
Going nowhere for nothing.
Trying to prove what we never knew.

We all want to be with the stars.
Heading somewhere to be something.
Trying to find the easy way out,
knowing that riches are for few.

In truth we are the ugliest of ugly,
full of scars and broken hearts.
Hiding behind thoughtless minds,
giving the illusion we want a beginning.
Trying to maintain crumbling walls,
screaming over the masses for something new.

For the world, for the world we are strangers from afar.
Gaining a closer look, we are conniving yet convincing.
Trying to avoid falling into the darkness,
we feed from light which is you.