My dear,
I never meant to hurt you
never would I mean to
When I say I haven't felt in so
long
I'm talking of other things
Things that boil me up
and make me have to
let out my frustrations
and passions
You do nothing but
bring me up when I am down
because all I've got to do is think of you
and I'm alright
When I haven't felt
it's of other things to
make what I say interesting
I'm sure I said before
I feel I write best when I'm angry
or sad
but you've proved me wrong every time
so forgive me, my love
because as always
these words were meant
for
you.
Please don't forget that.

I thought about
pulling my car into the garage
putting the dog outside
and breathing in the fumes
of our past
until there was nothing left
except my lungs constricting
around faulty ideals and notions
about us
and what love really means.

You're graceful
And I know that you say that your shower
curtain is your biggest fan,
but I think I'm slowly becoming
your biggest fan instead.
I bet your voice reflects your soul-
dark
mysterious
tinted glass.
I wrap myself up at night
with thoughts of you.
And maybe I shouldn't be saying this,
but some things are too hopeless
to not be expressed.
You are beautiful in your everyday way of being.
Your language and expression
are artistic,
poetic-
breathtaking;
and I often catch myself thinking of you.
Even when I'm fairly certain,
you're not thinking of me.
I bet the dark countryside is jealous
of your enrapturing beauty,
and I'm sure that when I'm looking at the moon,
I can feel the presence of your soul.
I wait until the sun rises, and I bask in its warmth,
to remind me of the way
you make me feel.

I can't keep making
excuses for myself
by hiding from your
incredible words
because I've been hurt before
and I'm so afraid
of these things.

All day
I can do nothing
but think about you
and how beautiful you are
and how your words
have made love to
my broken soul.

Nothing has made
more perfect sense than you.

My stupid little
arrangement of letters
has all been meant for you
and they've been waiting for
somebody to set them free.

I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.

When I feel the air hit my skin
And the coolness sets across the horizon
I know I am home.
I can feel myself,
becoming myself,
as I am infinite;
in those shady spaces
a mile above the sea.
Where the wind whispers naughty secrets,
and the rain kisses me gingerly,
like one-thousand lost lovers
telling me it's okay.

She
deserves
far better than
the likes of
me.

My dearest,
how I've missed you
and how I've dreamed
of us
I remember those old times
when we used to make
plans about our future
and would
laugh
for being so
dumb
and then you grew
and I grew
and we grew
apart

I touch concrete on my knees-
Wounds, hot flesh, a familiar sting.

I bleed to scab,
Pick and itch more.

"All is fair in love and war."

If I die, cover me in 10,000 roses
A rose for every love I've ever known and a rose for all the love I haven’t

Bind me in rope and tie it in knots
A knot for every struggle

Stick me with pins and lay me on a quilt
One patched with sin

Cover my casket with stamps
To send to all my lost friends

Put me on the ocean’s floor
So the Earth can reclaim me

But don’t shed a single tear, because I do not want you to be sad

They say it's wise
to never fall in love with
a poet.
They say a poet is
troubled and hurt
that they are constantly
tortured.
They say a poet is in love
with everybody at once,
that if you fall,
you're nothing special.
They say a poet despises
the human condition.
They say a poet doesn't have
money and never will.
They say a lot of things about
poets.
But I'm sure they've never heard
what a poet has to say about them.
Because if they did,
they would find it impossible
not to love a poet.

I love your words
Dear stranger.
They make me feel connected
to a world infinitely more vast
than I have ever experienced.
I can feel you.
Know you.
To the last bit.
Like I've known you for years
and it makes me happy to know
that your words are articulated
so well
that they can capture my heart
and keep it so humbly.
Your words are beautiful
Your experience is beautiful
You are beautiful.
I love you
because your words let me know
that I am not alone.
I love your words, because they are you.

I want to tell you how much I hate you
But really, I can't-
I love you too much.
And in the end,
of all of the lessons you've ever taught me,
It's that words don't really matter.
Nothing I ever did mattered.
Art fades.
Words are empty.
Promises are meaningless.
I hope he makes you *** more than I ever could.
I hope he buys you flowers more than once a month.
I hope he gets you farther away from this town
where dreams die
than you could have ever hoped for.
I hope you call him handsome
and that you think he's pretty.
Like I had to beg for.
I hope the only thing bigger than his member
is his bank account.
I hope he calls you exactly when you need him to
not always
like I used to do.
I hope you never block him out
and give him the love that you're truly capable of.
Because I never got it.
I hope you heal his wounds and
kiss him while he's asleep in your arms
because there's no place you'd rather be.
I hope that you feel the way about him
that I used to feel about you.
I hope he calls you his princess,
his dolly,
his 3 a.m.
I hope you scream "daddy"
into the blackness of your trash bag
darkened basement.
The one you used to lock me in and complain
that we never did anything.
I hope you give him all of the truths
you weren't willing to give me;
and that you mean them.
I hope you never get your heart broken.

I so much want for you to have someone
that doesn't have any responsibilities
other than you.
Because you need someone
that doesn't have lifelong friends
or a connection with their family
or worries about whether or not thier
future will be brighter than their past.
I hope he picks out a favorite freckle.
And I hope it's not the same one as me.
And if it is, I want him to love it more than I ever did.
When you argue,
which you will,
because that's who you are,
I hope he knows how to accept your anger.
Your hurt.
Your torment

and unhappiness.

The way I might have
if I was a stronger or smarter man.
The way way I do now that you're gone.

I was never your number one.
You were.
And that's what's important
in a world full of people trying to hurt you.

I've had nightmares
every single ******* night
since I lost you.
But those are not half as bad
as the good dreams my brain likes to create
to play tricks on me-
where 'forevers' meant something
and nothing mattered but each other.

Yeah, I'm a natural-born ******* loser.
I'm fat,
crying,
and screaming.
A *******-born child
to a family that didn't want me
except for one.

When you told me you cared
that you wanted to kiss me,
**** me,
love me,
while your boyfriend was
in another town
and I believed you-
that was my first mistake.

Because you can't really love
two people at once,
especially when the only person you've ever really loved is you.

Either way.
I hope you get what you need.
Because my mind
heart
body
and
stupid pitiful
******* soul
was never enough.
And it never will be.

How many more until you're full?

I hope you find the one
that wasn't me.
And that he can buy you
that house in California
on the beach.
The one with the white picket fence.
Far from yourself
and everything you've ever known.

I was in love with her and she knew it.

How can somebody be as beautiful as the poems they write?
I have no idea, but **** you do it well.

Skin on skin is nice isn't it?

Sometimes the bate wins,
Many times, the fishers do.
Mostly though, the fish will too.

You move me like nobody else can,
or has,
still.

It's hard for me to tell,
because sometimes I think that I tend to
force circumstances to make things about me-
but I hope that those words were meant to be mine.

Although
I am simple at
heart
and long for the easy life
one important thing
that you should know about me
is I am a very complex man
with several hidden intricacies.

How complex
The heart can be
Taking a lifetime to cultivate
Only seconds to break

Meaningless words
float like stale smoke
in the stagnant atmosphere
of the space between us.

I miss her
She broke my heart and I miss her
When she said goodbye
and moved away
She said she'd never forget
we'd never drift apart
If you had anything to say about it
Where are you now?
Where are you when I try and talk to you?
Why did you lie to me?
Why did you say our friendship would never die?
I miss you and it breaks my heart that somebody so close
chose to be so far away

Is it any wonder that black cats
perch on pale shingles
or that the moon returns each
evening against a stark navy sky

What’s it like to be the center of attention?

I exist only in shadows
and bloom viciously
against the wall at parties.
A secret garden.

Poisonous frogs
stick out like candy against
forests of green.
They dare to be noticed as
unapologetic warnings.

If only I could feel the spotlight
burn a hole through my lonely chest
just once. Like rays of sun
that exist just for my well being.

How does it feel to be someplace you don’t belong?

Cancer grows
multiplies
splits apart, doubled over
a thousand times
with little regard for it’s unwelcomed
stay.
Fearless.

I spiral down vacant bottles
only to shatter through the bottom of each one
in the hunt for genuine human connection.
An insecurity that is nothing but confident in itself.
I crave to be noticed.

Is it any wonder that black cats
perch on pale shingles?

She was a poem
and every bit of her
was beautifully crafted.
Her words were chosen
perfectly
down to the last letter.
She sang to my soul
and reverberated in my heart.