Like a whisper
brushed against my ear
Those lips of yours
Pierce the veil of my protection
In which you take further
inspection of
Please don't press against
my cold flesh
Your warmth is too much
for my body to warrant.
I fear I'll be swept up in the rush
of blood and nerves and heartbeat.
So, speak softly for
one more moment
before I pull away from your arms
I apologize for being broken
in this terrifying instance of pure love.
Up in your bedroom
my side is always empty.

All the pieces
in suitcases
packed and put away.
I count the reasons
why I leave them
I guess I cannot admit
that I'm afraid
Of all the secrets and war stories
that left scars upon my skin
and if I keep them stored in
Darkened places
perhaps,
I'll forget it ever happened.
Still,
the turning of the gears
the locks I wish would adhere
inside my closet
shadows slipping
down the faucet
All my tears.
All my fears.
All the years
I caved
but I hear the music play
You tell me, "it's okay...it's okay"
When it never is.
I awake to the sound of broken glass
World's Best cup shards
Of the past.
Running toward the kitchen door
there on the floor
both useless cup and you.
I pick them up and throw them in
And say aloud, "I'll just save them"
It's okay... It's okay...
Maybe tomorrow will be a better day
but it never is.

It's a crack
of bone
of lightning.
It's a roar
of thunder
of heartbeat.
Pounding fast in my ears
Shaking every fiber of my being.
I'm in love with you but
You'll never know it.

I wish I could be fast on your bike
The way you travel this world
Like a kid or enthusiast.
To feel your heart race
against your shirt
that has me quick into thinking
that maybe I've learned
While you ride fast
I fall
and there's no looking back
Only me  watching you go.
It's emptier now
when I can't hear your voice
saying, "good morning"
to the shops opening on my street
As I lay in my bed
where dreams only fool me
I can imagine your wheels turning
as the soles of your feet
Break ******* the pavement.
Maybe you'd look up
Just for a moment...
To see if my window was open.
Still, the heart doesn't know
that my mind begins learning
If you ride fast I fall
and there's no returning
Only you and black bicycle

I thought...
I would be a scholar.
One who knows too much
about people and the world
but unfortunately,
I was cultured
to be a shock to the system.
So, take good notes.

Sometimes I can hear it,
the voice of a fallen leaf
lost to the wind.
Its gallant effort to become apparent
as if it was more then just one of the rest.
It says, "Let your footsteps be kind
and not trample my body,"
This earth is too fleeting.
I'm sure it would think.
To be whole and unpressed,
Not without burden
A small voice that descends
*soft like the drop of a pin.
"I can hear you," I whisper
among all these branches
They don't speak like they used too.
I'm sure the fallen would think.