Your name will be forever on my lips,
careful and yet ceaseless, even grand.
I will dance to your compassion, kiss
the world’s forehead and hold its hand.

Grace will be the text my life produces,
your own handwritten transformation.
Your life and light will caress the bruises
of experiences, complete illumination,

enlightenment, from darkness to light.
My foolish self will plumb the depths of
power, take love’s lantern to the night,
to blindness.  I, restless one, will find rest

in the boundlessness of unearned favor,
his mighty wind filling my sails, a savior.

I can't even be mad at you.
I keep writing down what I want to say to you
and then deleting it all
as if it will help me delete the
anger and sadness and heartbreak and remorse and loneliness
but it doesn't
and after all my words are erased
the whole you left in me when you walked away is still here
and you still aren't.

I want to buy a ***, a cute little flower ***
And paint it with beautiful blues and violets,
Cover it with deep reds and soft yellows.
Place a cactus in the loose soil careful of
The roots, and then, I'll name it after you;
Because you're a ******* *****.

A heart that yearns for love in return,

Lost in sorrows and burning bridges.

Yet hopeful, till moonlit night's reborn,

Love may die but for a thousand ages.

Flood myself with
poison
my blood with
love, alcohol,
what ever drugs they give me.
Produce antibodies,
fall asleep. Awaken; groan.
Roll over, smell you.

Don't ever leave me.

Two hours later,
flood my bed with
sighs, smell your
smell, try
not to care
then cry.

Coffee in the morning?
I chose French Vanilla.

No coupon, no discount
Even if a daily customer.

I'm not complaining,
It could have been Starbucks

I saved a dollar or two,
Buying from college.