I can hear
my thoughts
bouncing around
my mind,
ricocheting
off of my
moments,
and critiquing
my actions.
I have never
understood
how I am so
******* myself
when the world
doesn't even seem
to notice
my biggest
mistakes.
-JRM

Kiss me once
upon the lips,
and speak to
me as if
my ears
are the most
important
you've ever
spoken to.
-JRM

We'll:
Kiss
Caress
Talk to
each other

You'll:
Hold me close

And
I'll just like you
More each time

         * .   .   .
We're just friends
Because that's what we both want
And part of me is okay with that

               * .     .
But what do I do when
I think about You
Throughout the day & night
But what do I do when
I get jealous

I know I shouldn't get jealous
Because your not mine
But .  .  .
never mind

                  * .
At the end of the day
I have to remind
Myself we're nothing
But  
*Friends

His love
is the winter  
solstice, mounting  
the top of her world
where  
her love  
is the summer  
equinox, embracing  
the basis  
of his

My soul is not tortured like the skin of a man alone in the searing heat of the dessert.
My mind does not crumble into the rubble of a post war city.
My body does not shake it's self into a shaken, splattered, spineless sorbet.
I am happy, not like a bird in spring but happy as I can be.
My mind is composed, not like a master archer but composed all the same.
My angst is not kept in a box of self disbelief wrapped in a ribbon of doubt and despair.
I am, me, happy to be me. I have my issues which occasionally need tissues but nonetheless and nevertheless and nonethemore and alwaysthemost I am happy