Waking up in mid morning.
Waiting for your beautiful words to cross my brain waves.
Wondering when I might be graced by your heart racing presents.
As the day goes by I think of you and smile.
I give my dearest to you.
I wait and watch the world pass me by and I wonder are you another passer by,
the man in the mask,
a looker,
a watcher
as well I surely don't know.
Nothing seems to matter in our world everything just floats around as we embrace.
At night I wonder if we'll spend nights together in the future.
Will you be my past and present
I won't ask for future I'll leave that with you.
I feel as if all my little corks and silly fears will never bother you
as if I could be perfect.
Beautiful to you plain to others.
I can wait forever to spend open time with you as long as it takes.
I'll sit on your corner. I always imagine my future not with others in it until you.
I could never hate you.
Love is all I have.
I stay awake dreaming of us.

Waking up in mid morning.

Rows of daisies surround me as I lie in this grass dreaming of hollow bottles etched in gold--
I don't often dream of princesses and castle made of gold but when I do I go big--
You left me at the alter in a white dress holding flowers you hand picked the day before--
You told me beautiful lies about distant lands & we knew money could buy us just enough happiness--
I felt selfish and shallow, taking the money you handed to me like it was free candy it you insisted it was what I had to do--
And it's okay now since you left me beacause I'm finding a cure--
I've let my hair down and walked into the open fields that surround me letting the sun shine down on my face --
I made a crown of flowers as I took a deep breath & realized I wasn't meant for the royal life--
You left me at the alter in a white dress with cheap flowers you said you hand picked and I left you six feet beneath the ground in debt--

I loved you in a way that
all my medicines would like me to
love them too
but your words have more
impact on me than all the
possible
overdoses
i could ever have.

I may have an inch or two
except if we count when we were two.
Maybe even eight,
but those two didn't date.

But we're them or maybe they're us.
Either way they didn't fuss.

So sometimes they might say hello, because they still reside down low,
but they never knew this love, and one day they will grow, them two
And I'll still have an inch or two.

Winter is coming without you, all the blushing in your face
Spring will be absent its color, all the silver of your eyes
Nights will be longer, mornings bitter, moments hollow
I will be broken with no reach for repair

Always my sunrise
Always there

You started a fire
And walked away
As I burned,

I kept asking what you were doing
As you poured the gasoline,
Drenching the floorboards
Of my hope,

I didn't get much of a response,
Just a cheap apology
And a short good-bye
To what we could have become.

I knew when I first met you
That you would walk away,
But there was something so tempting
About dancing with your flame,

I took my chances,
         I kept up as long as I could,
But when I fell from physical exhaustion
Someone else stepped in to take my place.

Now, my body is almost entirely ash
And I'm watching you from afar
            Realizing that you left me
With more that just a scar.

The rain falls into my stairwell,
For my home is falling apart as I am.

-M.H.-