I can't believe some people and
It saddens me that you are one of those I can't believe.
How could you see opportunity in something so...so...
There aren't even words.

I can't comprehend your thoughts and
What possibly made you think it was a good idea.
I find it wrong in a way I can't even describe to you.
There aren't even words.

I can't understand your thought process or even
Your mind. I thought you were one with a heart?
Is this really the best you could to, to take opportunity?
There aren't even words.

I can't say anything to you without crushing you and
That spirit. Just know that I would be harsh and possibly cold.
I think what you have done is uncalled for and trust me when I say
There aren't even words.

It's five days since we last spoke
You promised me, you'd let me go.
I was kept from seeing you
Yet you saw me, your word untrue.

I saw you there each day, I sigh
My word I could not keep as I
Clicked through, again, and then
I saw your mind, your thoughts again.

My heart beat a little less
As I saw you declare - I digress
Even the thought I cannot write
It hurts to feel, to think, to type.

He's waiting for an answer,
He's waiting for that word.
He's willing to give anything
Not for me, for her.

He's willing to move province,
He's willing to leave town.
He's waiting to give everything
Not for me, for her.

He's waiting for that response,
He's waiting for his life.
He's willing to give anything
Not for me, for her.

What is it about love that captures attention?
Love.

Any other word and there isn't quite the same effect.
That sudden thought that enters your mind when you
See it, hear it, feel it.

Love? Four letters is all. A word is all.
Yet we savour it, we yearn for it. When we
Lack it we want it, we need it.

I have thought of you often, I have thought about time.
The time that I've waited, the time that's not mine.
I cannot control it nor you and your heart,
The patience I hold has no end, just a start.

I hold visions of you, I hold visions of us.
The us that I long for, the us that I trust.
I cannot demand it nor you and your mind,
The hope that I hold will wait here, give it time.

Dead
Ends
Are
Dead
Ends,
Not
Dead
Souls.

it’s raining out
and in my head
let’s hide under-
cover, beneath
the warmth of thread-
ed sheets and scent
of apple spice.

A single song, so potent, leaves me
Breaking in to
Two halves of a soul.
A simple smile, so intense, leaves me
Breaking in to
Two halves of a soul.

That single song, that simple smile
They are yours, they aren't mine
Yet, I hope and I hope and I hope that maybe
                                                                
                                                       One day I will have all three.

That single song, that simple smile
I yearn for, they aren't mine
Yet, I hope and I hope and I hope that maybe

                                                      Just maybe one day they will be.

I'm beginning to see why people dislike you,
Why you constantly believe they hate you.
You give them every reason to,
You are aware of it and yet you won't change.
Even I dislike you now, and I gave my all
Into a friendship I thought went both ways.
As it turns out you only want people when it suits.
As it turns out you can't keep your mouth shut.
You spread gossip and rumours, even secrets.
People won't trust you, and I certainly don't.
I regret ever believing you were genuine.
I regret ever letting you know part of me.

it’s shining out
and in my heart
the sun is fair-
ly radiant
as always, nothing
seems so bad when
the sun is mine.

Lies.
You can't save me. Up there in the vast
Space we call space. Who are you to save me?
                                   Who are you to say I need saving?
Maybe I don't wish for that.
Maybe I don't wish for that at all.

Love.
It is laughable. A necessity for survival
Is all it is. Why much you share your love?
                 Why must you share your love with me?
Maybe I don't wish for that.
Maybe I don't wish for that at all.

Quit.
Stars aren't for wishes. They are merely in the
Space we call space. What good is there in wishing?
                                   What good is there in a sorry wish?
Maybe I won't always think this.
Maybe I won't always think this at all.

Now.
This isn't the end, no. It is merely an expression
Is all it is. When will you see the darkness?
                 When will you see the bitter start?
Maybe I won't always think this.
Maybe I won't always think.

I've said my goodbyes, my farewells.
I've done all I could, all I wanted.
All that's left now are pieces, are thoughts.
No regrets, no such thing.

I've left my markings, my last words.
I've scrolled my last page, my last click.
All that's left now are fragments, are friends.
Not mine, no such thing.

I want you to know that
I like to run. Run in the
garden and run in the play-
ground. Down goes my knee
When I stumble so gently
Down I go,
                  Down I tumble.

it’s snowing out,
not just for the
children allowed
outside, not just
for those who can
see the flakes fall
but inside me.

We don't
Have to
Yearn for
Weak love.
Our hearts
Need all
The help
You see.
Our hearts
Undo
Lost hope
Each time.
A love
Ventures
East, they
Meet West.
Each time
A love
Leaves South
Or the
North, it
Ends there.

I found a lonely wing, and I wondered where it’s flown
All the places it has seen, all the flowers it has known.
Now all but one wing has disappeared
Leaving behind a dozen stories,
I wonder, tell me, where did they all go?

Don’t make me feel this way, please,
Don’t.
Don’t make me feel hollow, frayed and
afraid to show even the slightest echo of emotion.

Don’t make me be like you, please,
Don’t.
Don’t make me be heartless, cold and
Ashamed to feel even the slightest hint of hope,
Of love, that maybe we could have been something more than
“Just friends”

I showed myself to you, you showed little in return.
How foolish of me, how cruel of you.

They say it is cowardly to make a soul fall in love with no intention of loving them back. I agree.

I thought I knew enough of you to understand.
I thought I knew enough to understand.

You make me feel this way.
You make me feel ashamed of myself, regrettably so, and you make me feel.

You make me wish I’d never met you. Not always, but sometimes.
Some days it is all I can do to forget you, and that hurts me. I never wanted that to happen.

You made that happen.
You are making that happen.

As each minute, hour, day, week, passes by I still miss you. I am foolish.

I should hate you but I don’t.
I should hate you, but I don’t.

It seems I have a wondrous mind
I dreams in colours so hard to find.

I am a writer in
the smallest sense,
I put words together
of varying lengths.