When you're alone, do you think of
me?
Well I've never quite been good
company.
I'd much prefer you leave me
be,
If it is indeed out of
pity.

I loved you so much
that I lost my own identity
to become closer to you.

All was well until you left
and suddenly I realized:

I don't know who I am anymore.

His deep brown eyes
Bore into mine

And I swear I saw
Our souls entwine.

His jet black curls
His soothing voice

Loving him was simply
The best choice.

her voice was
a beautiful song
his ears had never
heard before
                        l.r.

Nostalgic feeling;
Looking back on life through
Rose coloured glasses
To see sweet memories
That never were.

As I look in the

Mirror,

I don't see myself.



I only see what I

Believe

myself to be.



And occasionally I

Wonder

what it took,



To make me this kind of

"Me"



l.r.

they say that love is the
greatest thing you could ever possess
and i guess that's true
because even now
seeing you with her
i have it all but i'll never have you
         l.r.

stranger's bedroom
stranger's house
familiar kisses
from a stranger's mouth


l.r.

we are not human
you and i
we are fallen stars
walking upon the earth
when where we really belong
is in the sky
                          l.r.

It seems that I
burn more bridges
than I build.

what once was a kaleidoscope of colour
is now dimmer than any other
all this monochrome, it smothers
but then again it might just be my covers

l.r.

what is sin to a soul
what is a soul to a man
what is a man to goddess

what is a goddess to time if it has all but forgotten her?

l.r.

my love for you is like the heavy beating of a falcon's wings
it is the sun that shines over the white-capped mountains
it's rays peeking through the valley just to lay upon your face
the rushing waters of even the greatest rivers call out your name as if it were a prayer upon their fluid lips

l.r.

kiss me*
i wish to feel your breath upon every inch of my skin; my cheek, my neck, the lobe of my ear.
whisper things to me which you have told no other soul.
caress the skin of my naked back and hold me close to your heart.
love me like no one else ever could ; cherish me for the treasure i am


l.r.

it seems that as time passes
we grow old and our art
grows immortalized

l.r.

palm trees and sandy feet
saltwater beaches and
sugary sweets
ocean spray and saltwater
sweat
our souls are dry but
our skin is wet
                              l.r.

Waiting for you is divine intervention.  

Like waiting for the world to turn.
Like waiting for a comet to return.
Like waiting for a star to be born.
Like waiting for the planets to align.

But I know that, eventually, you'll be here.
And that's what keeps waiting.

each poem i write
is a petal.
those petals then begin to form
a flower and all of the flowers
are for you.
                        l.r.

it was a classic love
one that was timeless and simple with
both partners looking in
the same direction

In between lives I've loved you, different parts of you each time, so now in this life we are living I've come to love you completely, without reserve, like putting all the pieces of a puzzle together, leaving me one beautiful something made with the tiny pieces of us.      
          s.w. collins

Like any puzzle,
though -- overtime -- we lose the little pieces. And the whole picture that once was is now distorted.
Eventually, we leave the puzzle behind because the holes cannot be filled.
we are missing the things that used to hold us together            l.r.

My dear girl, she stands broken.

Eyes once seeing with vision uncluttered by hate,
Now are blinded with the cataracts
of insecurity.

The sun will never set the same way.
a song will never sound as it
once did.

Reality has broken her.

don't be afraid of what the world has to offer
because even back in olden days
Jesus saved the scoffer

We took the
    risk of falling
  apart

          Knowing
there  was
         nothing

That could put
         us back
                 together.

fingernails bite
leaving red streaks to stain pale skin
is this heaven or hell?
soft lips
plump they may be
blindfolded
i can't really tell

chest pains.
heart aches; crying from
repetitive breaks.
i guess i just don't have what
it takes
to differentiate real love
from the fakes.                      l.r.

she praced around on graceless feet
wearing a crown made from
the shards of broken dreams
her eyes were vacant or
at least they seemed for there were
glittering tears falling down in streams

l.r.

your love is so artificial
i feel as if i'm choking on plastic
there is such a wall between us
you never could get past it

l.r.

i had a glass heart
you shattered my fragile love
now i am just sand
                                     l.r.

I'll be with you all night because I know you're not asleep,
and even when you shut your eyes
I'll whisper in your dreams.

A pillow will not stop me
I'm right next to your ear
and under all those blankets you are
cowering in fear.

Midnight is now upon us
and there's nothing you can do.
Now I'm getting closer
lying here right next to you.

I see that you've stopped breathing
(well that's not very nice)
your body has stopped moving,
it feels as cold as ice.

"Why can't anyone hear you? Is it only me?"

Well my dear, I am not sure.
It's a possibility.

"Am I going to die here? Alone and in my bed?"

Quite frankly, darling, no you won't. It's all inside your head.

I hear your voice carried upon the whispering winds. Surrounding me with secrets untold.
I see your face in the stars at night. Your eyes glittering down at me just before I drift off.
I feel your touch in the chill morning air,
And your smell in the morning dew that accompanies it.
The strawberries taste of you, their familiar sensation tingling my tongue.
Funny, how I sense you everywhere and yet
Not at all.

she is a universe
undiscovered and pure
with lips the colour of a champagne supernova
and eyes like shooting stars

l.r.

something about that fair skin
makes me want you more
our moans sound like music
from the outside of the door

l.r.

so much damage
so much deceit
i feel the ground crumble
from under my feet
i want to fight back
to feel some relief
but i've already given into
defeat

you didn't just love my body
you fell in love with my mind
it's amazing how you saw my soul
and touched my body without your hands

l.r.

you think you are alone
lost and numb to this world
but what you don't know is that i
silently send my love to you
every night in hopes that one
night you might feel it and spare
yourself the torture that plagues you

l.r.

it seems like only last year
we were standing here,
our toes in the rolling tides.
you told me that you loved me
but I could see some sort of
reservation in your eyes.
and now I'm standing here
my toes in the sand,
facing the setting sun.

*i hear your name in every breaking wave

the thunder cracks
just like the fragile glass
that is my heart
                               l.r.

i am always wary
of confrontation,
i find yelling frightening.

they're always like
"what scares you so?"

with thunder comes the lightning

l.r.

I would say that you don't notice me,

but it seems to me you do.

It's just that you're a stranger to me,

as I am to you.


l.r.

Some say that the prettiest flowers bloom in the
light of day.
But I would dare to argue,
for I have seen many a moonflower surpass them in beauty
by being rooted in the dark.

l.r.

i hadn't known that my heart was made of ice
until you had touched it ever so gently
with your long and calloused fingertips

then slowly--
as if the fires of passion burned within--
it began to melt
molding into the shape of your hand

l.r.

I was empty… abysmal.

There was nothing left of me.

I couldn’t hurt;

I couldn’t feel.



I knew the days were passing by,

but I didn’t know how many.

Everything seemed to just blur together,

into one enormous mess.



Am I even alive anymore?

It sure doesn’t feel like it.

After all, I’m not living.

I’m just surviving.



l.r.

head aches
heart breaks
pain gives
but love takes

l.r.

a sparkle of light
i wish that you cared
about one savoured night
and a kiss that is shared

l.r.

We stand side by side
on the corner of
the road.
I watch you smoke
your cigarette-- you
**** in and blow.
It begins to rain; I
check the time on
my phone,
And I say to you,
"Matty, I want to go home."
You ask, "Why, babe? Did I
make you upset?"
I reply, "No, but I am
getting wet."
You give me a smile,
take off and hand me
your jacket.
"Matty, don't you need this?"
"Nah, baby. Have it."
So we stand side by side
at the end of the
street,
With my head on your shoulder
and your arm
around me.

Crazy, insane, she thought she was
And the asylum collapsed
As a dilapidated one does

The death too strong
The pain too near,
Yet at the funeral she cried not
one tear.

She met a boy,
with accent strong.
And his curly brown hair
seemed not too long.

With his crooked smile
And perfect teeth,
She could feel herself wavering,
Becoming weak.

They both had dark secrets
Yet told one another,
But only at the necessity
Of rescuing her brother.

Some time has passed
Yet she sees him again
the one she used to call her old
Boyfriend.

Was this a hallucination?
Some PTSD?
"Or is this him standing
in front of me?"