Hello there
Do you think you could bear
To sit with me awhile?
Maybe smile
And pretend you don't feel uncomfortable while I try to hold your hand?
I'm sorry
I just can't stand
To be without human contact
Because
I might be going blind
But mind
You it's not a physical blindness
But more an internal sightless-ness
I can still see your face
But I can't see your heart race
At an ever quickening pace
As I tell you how lonely I am
You want to leave
But I can't tell when to leave
Well enough alone
And you're checking your phone
But I don't get the hint
You lent
Me you ear for a second or so
And I claimed it for a year
I'm sorry
But I'm in the dark
And could you please mark
This as the day I lost
The last
Of my sanity?
I just try so hard to be dainty
And that's not me
Never will
Because I have much too big a build
And I guess that's ok
But I'm not sure
And I'm sorry
I know you don't care
And I probably scare
You but you seemed so kind
I thought you might not mind
Talking to me

It's laundry day
I say
To myself
As I put on
My ***** jeans
And kinda clean
Top
Mop up
The mess
Of yesterday
And move forward
Toward today
A metaphor for
Every relationship
Past and present
Pleasant
But not fulfilling
Not my first choice
Not even second
Or seventh
But was available
Because I can't get
My first choice
So I take the love
I think I can get
And deal with the regret
Of not striving
For my own happiness
Instead I live hapless
Unlucky in life
Unlucky in love

You look so sad
To me
Why can't you see
I want to grasp your hand
And band together
Against the rest
Of the world
And whirl around
The whorls of the tree of life
Where strife is a myth
And sickness a joke
Where you don't choke
On the struggles of
Your past
Just move past them
And then you breath
The air of free men
But then and only then
Will you feel the emptiness
Of a life all figured out
no doubt no dreary dreams
Of everything coming together
No hope or plans
Or need to make plans
Next time you want it all
To stop
Remember
When life stops
You do too

I want to touch you
All of you
From the bend in your toes
To the crook in your nose
I crave the feeling of your not-quite-straight teeth
the underneath of your chin
Where your stubble begins
Your usually chapped lips
Pressed upon mine
The feeling of the bumps of your spine
Would probably give me chills
And thrills
To feel your fingers through my hair
I can't bare
To think of you away from me
Don't you see?
We're meant to be.
we fit perfectly together
And I'm sure we can weather
Any storm
I was born and bound
To love you
The hounds of Hell
Are ******* my heels
This feels like damnation
Not salvation
Being in love is not beautiful
Having shared love is
I'm in the business
Of having the first
But not the latter
This ladder that I climb
Is falling apart
And I'm falling down
Falling
Into the ground
So for awhile
I'll
Be bitter
But one day I'll be better