each word you delicately write
is taken from a page of my heart
I feel that you must know me
the pain I've felt from the start

it torments and pulls
yet you'll never know
you pen your lines so innocently
my emotions combined with your flow

your words of love bring tears
an unbearable ache inside
were you there with me
on those many nights that I cried

you wrapped me up in your stanzas
kissed my head with gentle thoughts
so I could lose myself in literature
with alternate breaths, we held a pause

my heartbeats matched your meter
only this form kept me alive
while I sleep, consumed in darkness
my story you continue to write

Drinking in the sight of you
The slow burn in your eyes
I often don't know what to do
As you leave me hypnotized

I breathe in your scent
And your fragrance fogs my mind
I focus on the small fragment
Of what you could be hiding inside

Soft whispers and feather touches
That you provide leave me breathless
Timid smiles and stolen glances
Make my wild heart so restless

And you seem to come closer every time
To show me what I still cannot see
As if you try to make our lips align

                                                                            **or is it just me?

It kept me
numb
and numb was the
only feeling I
was searching
for.

I used enough
in those days
to avoid
feeling any
type of emotion
for too long.

And when I
cried,
it was mostly
over a memory
of a time when
I should
have cried
but
was too numb
to care.

It has been said
You can lead a horse to water
But you can't make him drink

I now understand that phrase
You can help all you want
Talk till you're blue

Simple truth is
People will do what
people will do

I GIVE UP!!!!

Poet, be not afraid.
There are far worse things than
Bad poetry.

Keep writing; like a child keeps
Drawing with the purest of
Disregards to likeness.

The more stones you turn, the more
Gems you produce.

The more ink you rain,
The more gracious your written
Children grow.

All flexing builds muscle.

Rough bricks form castles.

Even Dalì carved canvases to shreds
And started anew
Not caring too much.
Not caring

Too much
To keep painting.