I miss you.
I miss your hands being tangled between mine.
Your smile
Your hugs
Your kisses
I miss your voice
I miss when you sang to me
I miss when you teased me
I miss how intimate we used to be.
I miss our five hour long talks about what we liked and what we didn't.
I miss looking into your eyes and seeing how beautiful they are.
I miss making you smile.
I miss you when you would make me smile when I was in the darkest parts of my mind.
I miss hearing the "I love you" whispers when I was 'asleep' when you would stay the night.
I miss wrapping my arms around you so tightly, I felt like you'd break.
I was stupid for pushing you so far away, when all you were doing was trying to get in and help me.
I know you don't want me.
You don't want anyone.
I hope I can make you happy again, someday.
I still love you, no matter what you do.
You'll always have a place in my heart.
-L.G.

The rain tapping it's fingers at my window,
Wondering if it could sing me to sleep.


Only, I wish that rain was you.

Here’s a scream
that I’ve kept hidden inside
drowned down with two aspirin
to sleep through the night.
Little waiting, little wishing,
little ***** me over
while we’re kissing.

She was one of those girls. Easy to love, bright, but when the season changed she was full of rain and overflowing gutters. I could get an umbrella, even a small boat to ride her waves, but she would always sink me. Just before I could drown in her waters she would give me CPR in the form of Spring kisses. Rays of sun shone through her eyes.
For two years I managed to survive through her storms just long enough to bask in her ever flitting warmth. Our one year anniversary threatened to rip me limb from limb, she was a tornado that day. Flowers and home made pasta blew away her storm clouds, just barely.
When two years rolled around I must have looked like a weathered sailor, knowing the exact moment to pull the sails, or when to just hang on and ride the rolling seas. So when she sat down one day and said,
“I can’t do this anymore.”
I just froze, caught completely off guard.
“I love you like…a brother.”
I started taking my ship into shore, to retire, maybe become a mountain man.
“I can’t talk to you…”
I pulled into the harbor, turned around, and set my vessel on fire. No more storms for me, no more blessed, tropical trips either. As the tip of my ship’s mast sank into the water, I let out a sigh of relief, shaved my beard, and disappeared down the coast.

Welcome to the dream catcher
But don't linger long
Lest you want to stay
To find your dreams
Gone

Maybe I try too hard rhyme..
             But that's my style.
Who are you to judge my flow
             Poetry is how I breathe.
If you don't like it you can leave.
But if you do, then you can stay.
And I will read it to you as you sleep
And pray that God your soul will keep
For staying for me.
You're what I need.
Thank you

Tonight I want to speak until my voice does not exist
a word is only worth the breath a speaker gives to it
absorbed into a tongue where comprehension has a name
Where everyone is part of what makes all of us the same
and you can dot the eyes to keep the pressure in your head
The movement of the earth around the sun above your bed
But in the windy cities there is nothing you can do
To open up your lungs enough to permeate the truth
My teeth are falling out but I can mumble what I mean
The syllables enough to take this matter to extremes