He was a soldier
who did not carry
a weapon.
Yet she could feel
a thousand bullets
pierce through
her heart.

- n. ib

Whenever he plants a kiss on me
I find myself not knowing exactly
Whose wish is being granted at the moment

rain, clouding my glasses,
little droplets skewing street lights
cars travelling by
on this street, in the night
i stop by the open field
with the locked fence
my dog pulls at his leash,
straining to go forward
but i resist,
to savor this moment

the backdrop was navy blue,
with grey hues
fireflies lit up the open field
like little stars glowing
i let the rain soak me,
clean my festering wounds
and water my parched body
i took in a deep breathe of this night,
closed my eyes
to soak in every sensation
so maybe i wouldn't forget,
and could call upon this moment
while my soul suffers it's bouts of desolation

if only,
i was always
this present
i guess then,
i wouldn't be so distant

"round and around and around
and around we go."

she hurt you and you
hurt me and i
probably am hurting him too,
but that's life for you.

you call me at 3am,
every day, like clockwork.
the routine's the same; i slide
out of bed, change, and meet you
and the diner down the street.

you say the same things; how
you can't sleep now that she's gone
and how instead of wanting her back
you just want a second chance to
get things right.

i sit there, etch an expression
of sympathy onto my face, reach out,
and hold your hand. but all i'm thinking
is how my heart aches when yours does, how
i wish i could be the one to piece you
back together again.

suddenly i hate her,
the girl who did this to you,
because she had it all, *your love,
and she threw it away.

but then i look at her face and i realize
it's not her fault, it never was.
the problem with paper hearts
is that it's never a clean break,
just a messy tear.

all the words i speak will never be enough
to heal the hole in your heart
because those words come from my heart,
not from hers.

We
slowly
make
our
light
escape
unaware
of
each
other's
actions

­We
slowly
make
our
way
to
the
great
beyond
unaware
of
the
struggl­es
ahead

We
slowly
make
our
way
to
each
other
unaware
of
the
pai­n
inside