saw you facing God in spite,
saw your face and got inspired

you were my practice
my only witness
to a kindling love that caught
a case of lovesickness
now six months has only felt like six days
if I could win your forgiveness
I'd change my ways
however you've heard it all before
a poet's words don't woe like they do anymore
I'd stop making poetry if you'd stop being so cold to me
but who am I to make demands (?)
I just wish we could be friends

i put in overtime
stayed all night
just to leave with you

I believe books will bleed and through their pain truth we'll read-
between the lines inside my mind until I find the way to breathe-
I strain and choke on words I spoke and with the blood wrote a poet's
apology

give me a chance to take time
to take you away
from this place that you say
you need space to find
your own name
someone stole
your birthday
lovely it's ok...
(I know that feeling)
we get old
we die to early
time to live like
life ended yesterday
I got cobwebs covering my covers
stuck on a spooky new excitement
I can't sleep just have to speak
until my tongue falls
out my head
(not an understatement)