The strange thing about a love poem
is that it's not about the loved,
but about the lover.
It's not meant to inspire anything
(though it may)
but is simply a therapy
for the soul of the writer
who has such a deep connection with someone else
that they can't bear not to record
its wonder.

I hate those times in life
when everything is a challenge.
Sometimes it's nice to relax
and be content with where you are.
But not today.
And not tomorrow.
I know that the hard times will pass,
but I also know that I'll regret
the opportunities missed
just because I lacked the cash.

Sometimes I miss you so much
I give up and go to sleep;
Hoping to meet you in my dreams.

I'm sorry for having feelings first
I'm sorry for the white lies.
I'm sorry you fell in love with me
only after we said goodbye.
And I'm sorry for encouraging it
when I said "I love you too".
I'm sorry for all the missing
that you and I will do.
I'm sorry for the distance;
I'm sorry for the time.
But I couldn't help myself...
I wanted you to be mine.
It was hard enough to leave you,
Harder still to tell you why.
Just know that you're worth more to me
Than anything money can buy.
I'm sorry I can't be with you.
I'm sorry I can't be there.
But one thing I'll never be sorry for
is the love you let me share.

I'm no artist.
I can't show you the things I've seen,
nor the things I have imagined.
But let me tell you:
There is a moon that sheds light
in a color you can taste.
There is a forest so wild
that every footstep echoes.
There are frozen lakes
and bottomless oceans
and flower fields
and endless, endless skies.
No, I cannot show you
where all the beauty lies.
I'm asking you to see the world
without opening your eyes.

Sometimes I like to sit in the woods and let the bugs crawl across my jeans.
Sometimes I sneak out of my own house when everyone is asleep.
Sometimes I imagine scary things in the dark on purpose.
Sometimes I forget what I look like.  
Once, I tried to go a day without speaking to see if I could.
Once, I wrote a suicide note just to see what I would say.
Once, I wrote a love note and buried it so nobody would ever find it.
Once, I walked by a graveyard and read the stones that didn't stand straight.
Afterwards, I forgot who I was.

Sometimes, thinking of you just makes me want
to fall down on my knees and pray to someone.
I don't have someone to pray to;
does it count if I pray to you?