Some people love freely,
And end up with a broken heart.
Some people hide away,
And never encounter love’s strange ways.
And still some walk on
With c a u t i o n.
Taking risks only every now and then.
And the ones they love,
Slowly chip away at their heart.
At least they can say,
“I tried anyways.”

I write poems in the middle of class.
And write lists of things that
Rhyme with your name.
I don’t know if im gonna pass,
I just wanna know if you feel the same pain.
Because after you left the cast
Of characters in my life,
The acts and scenes just haven’t been the same.
That you would forgive and give me another chance,
Is all I ask;
Because with you around
I feel like I have so much fame.
But now I know I have just one task:
Try and forget all the times we made;
I’m gonna try. Real. Hard. To forget your name.

I will bite down on my knuckles till they bleed,
I will try to forget all of the things we’ve seen.
I will bite down on the end of my pen
Until it busts;
And there is black ink in my mouth.
I will spit as much as I can.
I will swish around some water
And spit some more.

And it’s these tantrums I throw when I
Don’t get my way.
These tantrums I throw that will
Never make anything okay.

I’m gonna try real hard to forget your name.

Things Fall Down,
And Get Up
Again Before It’s
Too Late To
Be Fou­nd Again.

Things Fall Down,
What If They
Didn’t Get Up
Again? Wh­ere Would
I Be Now?

Things Fall Down.
So Get Up
The Next Time
Yo­u Fall. Make
A Next Time.

I find peace is when I
Write.
The pen is no longer a
Pen.
My mouth is no longer a
Mouth.
The pen is a mouth,
Talking.
Not only talking but,
Screaming.
And sometimes it’s only
Whispering.
Sometimes I write what happened that
Day.
But mostly I write about my
Past.
Trying to collect my memories on
Paper.
Putting the stories in chronological
Order.
Trying. Always trying to
Remember.

A soft rain falls
From the light grey sky.
If you don’t look closely,
It seems
There is no rain at all.
Water running in small
Rivers down the hill and
Across the grass.
Like veins of blood
Circulating to a beating
Heart.
Thick, big drops of
Water fall from the
Tree branches.
In puddles there are
Ripples.
And yet…
If you don’t look closely,
It seems
There is no rain at all.

For her,
As it always should have been.
For her,
As it always should be.
For her,
When her heart is full of grief,
And she is crying over me.

After the silence settles
Like dust.
We hardly feel dumb struck.
Sideways glances—
To say with my eyes:
For her.

And her long hair,
And her loud voice,
And the long walks,
And the loud laughs,

Will never be mine again.
--For her.

I AM THE BAD GUY IN THIS STORY,
YOU ARE THE PRINCESS IN THE TOWER.
HE WILL BE YOUR KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOUR,
AND I AM THE DRAGON PACING EVERY HOUR.

WHO AM I TO BE YOUR KNIGHT?
YOU PUSH ME OUT AND LOCK THE TOWER.
HE WILL COME ALONG WITH HIS SHINY SWORD,
AND THE DRAGON WILL RUN AND COWER.

YOU SAY YOU NEED NO KNIGHT AFTER ALL,
SO YOU RUN FAR AWAY FROM THE TOWER.
THE KNIGHT GOES AWAY AND THE DRAGON IS LEFT ALONE.
AND SO HE SITS ALONE IN THE TOWER.

I ONCE STOOD TALL, BUT NOW I'M SHORT,
I REALIZE YOU DON'T NEED ME ANYMORE.
SO I'LL SIT HERE WAITING FOR
ANOTHER PRINCESS TO COME LOCK THE DOOR.