Of course there are two sides to every story.
Those steal mammoths may stand tall , but their shadows cast images of you  down every side alley and crevice in both of these towns.
The tip of that shiny stadium points directly at you.
Don't get me started on when that skyline mixes with the moon, and I can't breathe.
Or when the constellations spell out your name, fighting with the lights of the city. Always winning.

Where did they go.
The pen and paper have run away.
Words don't want to rhyme any more.
Maybe I should take a couple of days.

I hope the thunder scares you.
Shakes your house.
Shakes you to the bone.
That he doesn't make you feel safe from the gods bowling up above.
Like I did.

Yes, I am sad that I pushed you away.
I regret the things I did to you, and the way I made you feel.
For what I put you through.
I feel ashamed of the choices I made.
But I can't change that.

I am hurt, because I miss you.
Because I love you.
I've been wallowing in my own sadness and depression.
I'm going to get help.
But I owe it to myself to let you go.
I'm not saying it will be easy, or that I might wake up tomorrow and not still have these feelings.
I'm been trying to push these feelings away, instead of letting them in.

I forgive myself.
I forgive you.

Will you think of me in each passing car ?
Hoping to see me in them.
For you, I'm never very far.
We may ask how we've been.
Those aren't the sentences our lips wish to speak.
At least not mine.

May the moon forever shine down upon you and me.
And make us remember who we use to be.
The love , the fighting , and all the memories be stored there, where they will last forever.
Maybe one day it'll be the right time for us.
But if that time never comes be happy.
Live your life , takes chances. I hope you never lose your passion or your sense of who you are.
I hope you carry this with you forever, and read it whenever you're unsure.
The moon will always be a reminder of you to me.
And maybe we will find ourselves underneath it's light together once more.

Pictures don't do it justice, the way the buildings line the sky.
35-W in the distance.
The Gold Metal Flour sign blinking.
It's so calm after the long weekend.
Knowing full well that these two cities will jumpstart at the crack of dawn tomorrow.
But, for the now the blue green sky keeps giving away to the night.
The buildings reflect on the mighty Mississippi.
I'm glad to be home.

The wolf, once so excited to see the moon, can barely look at it without feeling gloom.

Things will get better.
Hell, the Cubs just won the World Series.
It just takes time.

On an overlook in Quarry Park; initials are carved.
Our love lasts forever in those grains of wood.
It's too bad we couldn't.

I don't know what's scarier , the kids in their costumes. Or the thought of being without you.

I shouldn't be here.


I should still be with Alyna.  
In South Carolina.
Or in our second apartment in Minnesota.

I've messed up so much.
Those girls never mattered.
Never would've gave me the love she had for me.

I was blind, and stupid.
We could've had everything.

I don't deserve another chance , but here I am looking for one. I can't handle the thought of her or Kirbie being with someone else.

The air has started to change.

The warm summer air is gone.
It drives me insane.
The coming months look long.

I said "give me a year to give you a ring. "
You said you couldn't.
I should have given you that ring the minute you brought it up.

****, not another one about you.
But, it's 5 In the morning.
My heart sinks thinking that maybe our love wasn't true.

I thought I had found love , that's was until I saw your beautiful brown eyes.
I thought I had found love , until I felt your touch.
I thought I had found love, then you kissed me.

Your face how it shines
Your lips upon my skin
Is all that I dream