If I ever had the chance to sketch a portrait,
I'd sketch a portrait of you,
Your beady grey eyes,
Your jawline,
So definite,
Your smile,
Your hair,
So surreal and breath taking.
You are perfection,
And the  best piece of art I could ever draw.

Colliding Comets

We collided like comets.
Travelling aimlessly in space.
Following the elliptical orbits
of forever.

When we hit the heat
Was like a furnace.
Energy collected from infinity
Released in a blinding flash.

Our masses coalesced
We now travel as one
deflected into
an unknown orbit.
But no longer alone.

Exploring space and time
finding new
wonders together.
until we return again
in a thousand years

i have too many scars on my back.
...from all the knives people have stuck in it.

if I had to choose
today
I think I'd scream your name
until my throat was dry
and rough
and screaming hurt
like loving you
does

She's in the kitchen
(close the door)
just mixin' up some metaphor;
a true conundrum
through and through
and through to me and thus to you.

Her humble hunger
(forest's slumber)
thunders 'neath a wilting tune;
tuned to too many
to count without
a thought within.

She must profess
(but shall confess)
to any who will listen;
closely she holds
a tragic history
mostly mystery to most.

She solves my soul
(I deny that hole)
which she still fills;
overflowing always
with such unrelenting joy
that is My Love.

Our story is amazing,
incredible;
fantastic.

But the truth is often messy,
raw,
and tragic.

I'm hoping we can build a bridge between the two.
(I still believe in Me and You.)

The truth can be real awful,
but our story is so grand,
and there's something to be said about idealism that only you could understand.

The past is far from dead.
We've zombies in our heads.
Though we try our best to stay present -
there are things we can't forget.

The future is a mystery,
but maybe we can solve this riddle.
Caught between dreams and reality;
come meet me in the middle.