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."

I got out of the shower
and wrote you a love letter on the mirror,
"Meet me outside. I'll grab our favorite blanket, and that mint tea you love so much."
I just hope that it doesn't fade before you get the chance to read it.

Oh, hello lovely thing.
I want you to know that every time I close my eyes
I think of you
and I imagine your words are whispered to me
through each gentle breeze.
I can picture your gorgeous face,
and deep, sad eyes,
and I can see you're the most beautiful poem
ever written.
And every time I read your lines,
I linger on every word,
for I am truly overwhelmed by you.
There's never been a poem like you
and I suppose that's why
I cannot get you
off my mind.

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

I fell in love with a wicked woman.
Her eyes smoldered black, and her heart burned twice as hot.
I showed her compassion and she showed me the door.
Her hair an inferno, her words scalded the skin.
A searing touch and  boiling smile, she dragged me down to ashes.
When the wind carried me away, I saw her charred soul,
and I let her burn alone.

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

Why
Why
Why
Why
Can't
I
Ever
Just
Be
Happy?

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

Her beauty
Was gravity
And I always found myself
Fighting against it
Until one day
I fell

When you whisper
It sends chills up my spine
and I can do nothing but
freeze
for how soft and sweet
your syllables
seem to be
as your words
slip through my
soul
and I can feel
how light your
breath is
when you're
telling me
you care.

And there in the dark
I found it amazing
how perfectly
she fit in
my arms.

Everyday I have to swallow my heart
back down to where it belongs.
When it feels so broken,
and it seems like it's trying to
escape your body,
and it feels like it just wants out
to get away from the pain,
only for a moment-
I pour the biggest glass of water I can,
hands shaking,
and force my bleeding heart back down inside myself,
as the cold rushes past my lips and
down my throat,
I finish it hastily,
gasping for air,
wishing that I would just drown instead.

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.

Darling,
please
kiss me
on my scars
it's been a long
and cold day
of war
and all
I want
is something
warm and soft
against my skin
because healing
is a slow process.

Is anyone unlike vines

She loved me
and I threw it away.

The holidays are here
and the cold has frosted my heart.

I see everybody falling in love
and I'm reminded of you.

How lonely I've become
and how bitter I feel.

I miss you.
I miss the very concept of you.

All my cocoa has long since been frozen
and my porch has long since been a slick sheet of ice.

I suppose that all I really want this year
is to be warm again.

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.

I'm tired of this.
I deserve better.
I'm always hearing about the things I didn't do,
when I so clearly did.
I'm tired of being the best I can be,
while my best isn't good enough.
You used to compliment me,
tell me sweet nothings,
but now it's hard to get a word out of you
that's anything more than complaints or commands.
I don't know how much longer I can handle feeling
so disrespected, because I've done some thinking,
and I deserve love.
Do I not help you with everything you need?
Do I not tuck you in each night?
Do I not run errands for you?
Do I not play doctor when you're sick?
Do I not kiss you the way you like?
Do I not sacrifice all of myself for you?
Do I not give you everything you need?
Because at this point, I'm tired of being accused for everything-
that I didn't do.
If my best just isn't good enough than what more can be done?
I'm giving you all I've got, and if that's not good enough, then you don't deserve all of me.

Maybe if I wasn't me, you'd be infinitely more happy.

I am not a writer.
I am not a poet.
I am neither fantastic nor great in anyway.
I am far from perfect.
But, what I am is completely human.
Being human makes for an extremely complex life full of things that many of us don’t understand. Being human does not make you entitled or stunning, it simply makes you human. It is what you do that will define your worth. Sometimes though, a person does not have to impress you to gain your affection. Maybe this is why I find you so remarkable- a complete miracle. Not a sign from the gods or a blessing- but a living, breathing, wonderful phenomenon. I don’t know why I love you, but I do. Maybe it’s something simple in the way you smile, or even the way the light reflects your eyes. Maybe it’s something hidden and rare. Whatever the reason doesn't matter, because right now, all the reason I need to love you is for being human. I simply love you for being that outstanding, one-of-a-kind, incredible you.

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.

She
deserves
far better than
the likes of
me.

I enjoyed our conversation last night, and
it's funny how somebody can come out of nowhere and
make a small difference in your life.
And so, I fell asleep with you by my side,
in a roundabout way.
You came to me in my dreams
like a ghost,
soft,
slow,
almost nonexistent.
I didn't know that it was you, until you spoke
in perfect prose and poetry.
You radiate life.
I'm inspired by your words,
and maybe that's why I thought about you today,
even though I maybe shouldn't.
And with each long drag of my cigarette,
I took in deep breaths of you,
and let you linger in my lungs,
flow through my blood,
and rest gently on my mind.
You're attractive
in a profound away.
I know that maybe I shouldn't say too much,
or really let you know that I'm thinking of you,
but, I'm *****, and there's something about a girl
that writes poetry,
that makes me incredibly weak.

Shoot your words through me
make me quiver
please
take me down
and make me feel again.
Show me what it is to
burn in love.
I haven't felt in so long
it's an unbearable drone
a lifeless sensation as though
I'm just piloting a shell
of a body.
I don't remember the last
time it was that I itched with
passion
when  I was filled with emotion
and creativity that erupts from the hands
and the mouth
and the mind
and the soul.
It's been too long since I've felt
and now
I've got nothing left to
myself.
It has been much too long
since I've felt a thing.
Hurt me please.
Break me.
**** me.
I've got nothing left to
say.
I can't do this anymore.
I need inspiration.

I knew you
in an instant
when I saw you
pass by
like I've known you
my entire life.

We lived out
each other's lives
in one another's eyes
making love with
awkward glances
and shying smiles.

We shared the simple
yet meaningful conversations
that one has at  2 o'clock AM
all without saying a word.

It was very easy to love you
and spend my life with you,
even if it was only for an instant.

You poured the coffee
and I left the tip.

The way her hair framed her face
was unlike anything I had ever seen.
It accentuated her character far too beautifully.
She often stayed shying away under it,
but when brushed away,
it revealed the most adorable face.
Her smile hidden behind hands.
She was fragile and amazing.
And as I gazed into her eyes,
I felt something I haven't in a long time.

Let's run away together.
Leave everything else.
And please, let me look into
those passionate eyes of
yours a little bit longer.

Something about this winter seems colder than ever.
Late.
Sudden.
All at once.
It's the type of cold I haven't felt in a long time. Lingering.
Something you can't get rid of.
A breath of fog in the air.
Old memories.
Air that replenishes you. Making things new.
Air you don't mind suffering for.
Chilled to the bone.
Fingers numb. Toes nonexistent.
But sometimes still, I stand on my porch, cold, dreaming of blankets, and cocoa, and you.
Snow falls on my skin. Chilling. A reminder of how cold it really is, and I have to pretend that you didn't cross my mind.

As the leaves change
So do I
When I step outside
and the brisk wind
runs though my bones
I know that it's time
for change.
All the green leaves
becoming more vibrant as
they make their decent
to the ground
Their colors dazzle
and twinkle
as I become dumbfounded
by their beauty
and find it bittersweet
that they only become more beautiful
at the end of their life.
Only when they are waving goodbye
do I take the time to notice.

I want you and me
out on my porch
wrapped up in a blanket
drinking hot chocolate
while we watch our breath
drift off in
the icy
air

It doesn't matter how far
it is that you may be

I want to see your
little quirks as
you sip at your cocoa
while I melt into
the way you speak

Then I begin to wonder
how soft your lips are
and if I dare to find out


Let's kiss until our lips are chapped
and our fingers are numb
and our eyes sting from
the oncoming chill

I dare to find out
only if you dare let me

I want to put on that old record
and have it scratch and pop
slowly and warmly through
the night

Let's dance
and hold each other close
keeping one another's heart
in the dim light of the evening

You take off my glasses
and I reach for you
in that darkness of
shapes

You grab me
and let me know
it's okay
as we stumble to the
couch
and you pull me close

Where we stay up until dawn
because I want you to know
that it's not just a dream
and I won't lose you

As you press your lips to my ear
and tell me that
you can hear my every word

And the later it gets
The more I find myself
Writing because
I just can't seem to
get her off my mind
and I wonder
what it is she thinks of me
when she inadvertently
captured my heart
from 1000 miles away

As far as your hopes, I appreciate them dearly,
for indeed, the temperature has been rising.
But, the fact of the matter is that it's the middle of winter.
I can't remember a time in which it's been
so cold.
And simply put, I'm only growing colder.
The spot where we laid in the lawn
has been dusted with snow
and nobody has visited me since you left.
Other's have tried, but, seldom stick around.
My porch grows more vast every day.
The slits between the beams become a reminder of my flaws.
And it is now that I fear
that the only thing that could ever warm me up again
is you.

God,
Just show me you're real.

I'm so tired of
you thinking that just being
a body is enough.

Show me something
meaningful.

It's easy to swipe right.
It's easy to say things you don't
mean to say.

It's obviously easy to say,
"I love you."

It's easier not to say anything at all.

Individuality.

I'm meaningless.
And so are you.

A construct of circumstance.
Biology.
Human nature.

Thank you for your lessons.