How can the sun exist without the moon?
In mid winter you made it feel as if it were June.
Must've been a dream tho because I feel the cold and the snow now.
People catch me from time to time twirling  round hugging myself outside in stormy weather.
I have to keep reminding myself to pry open my eyes and realize that we're not together.
I must be crazy every time, but I'll be crazy till every feeling is left in every line, till I can look back and smile but for now the Poet in me weeps like a child to not have what I once had.
I'm as blue as the ink that pours out of this pen, I'll be drowning in it pretty soon.
You said that I was your sun, so how can the sun exist without the moon?

i feel a strangeness in the air this winter
what do you call progress while standing still?
or growing inside the box?
is this what normal is meant to feel like?
cloudy skies
eyes
mind
i've lived a thousand eons in snow
and i fear the eve of my spring is farther still

It's simple but not easy,
I am romantic but not crazy.
I wish I had been a little choosy,
Then my life would have been nothing but rosy.
You must be thinking why am I sounding breezy,
Saying such lines which are cheesy,
And disturbing you when you are so busy.
You want to get some sleep and you're already dizzy.
To you, it might seem a little hazy,
But you don't want to come out as nosey,
And you want us to remain cozy,
One wrong move can be lousy.
So, you smile and say, "she's simple but it's not going to be easy!!!"

In times of crisis or trouble
I’m the one that keeps it together
When the world's crashing around me
I remain everybody’s tether

“Hey are you alright?”

I offer words of comfort
I tell them: ‘all will be okay’
No matter what the problem is
I have something positive to say

“You know…. its okay to be upset”

‘I’m fine’, I tell them all
When things happen in my life
Everyone around me is impressed
That I’ve overcome another strife

“Just keep hanging in there”

The truth is no one knows
That this is how I cope
I hide behind the happy mask
So I can give others hope

“You’re taking this…really well”

But somewhere along the way
I lost track of how I feel
I even tricked myself into thinking
That my happiness was real

“Are….are you sure you’re okay?”

But I can feel my façade cracking
Emotions are breaking through
I don’t have any distractions
And I don’t know what to do

“But..if you’re really okay…”

I force my smile even bigger
And laugh without knowing why
I’ll do whatever I have to do
To maintain this beautiful lie

*“…then why are you crying?”

How to express the weighing
Tenderness in my heart for you

How to explain
My heart
That is losing its shape
And taking form of
A condition

Invisible and critical, demanding
How to make sense of this

Longing here, in the empty shelves of my rib cage
Where you stand before me
Our feverish hands so close to touching
But they do not touch

How to let it be known that
You are wearing down, softly
The parts of me I stregnthened most

Should I laugh about it?
This comely irony, my soul burning bright for you
On winter's coldest night

Tell me, how should I behave?
What façade should I turn to?
When this means more to me than I know it should

How should I conceal, love
The layers
Of you
That can be found in me?

Arms clasped around the small of your back as you stared up at me in the elevator
My heart was ready to burst*

"You were the best thing that ever happened to me," I said. "And then the worst."