You taught me how to speak my feelings,
or rather, made me comfortable.
So many things I knew how to do,
but never did.
You showed me myself
through touches on my skin,
and in miniscule steps
we inched closer to the edge
of being two separate souls.
I thought becoming one would be scary,
even as I wished for it to happen.
But when I looked at you
and how our fingers looked entwined,
I suddenly
was unafraid to fall.

I want to write poetry again
but all the words seem overused and stale
I feel pretentious even now
because who wants to hear these thoughts
that rattle like change in an old gelato jar
it's just noise.

The irony of writing poems about not writing poems
is not lost on me.

Stories told of tales of old
May make the heart beat faster
Say goodbye to silent skies
Preventing the disaster
Hold your heart and tear apart
The dreams that leave you sleeping
Tear-stained eyes and thin-veiled lies
Take promises for keeping
Battle scars and shooting stars
May make amazing dreams
But careful dear, control your fear
For nothing's as it seems.

There is a small cage sitting on my desk.
I relate to it more than I should.
Struggling to be free,
but too small for anyone to notice.

Except you.
You see me.

He climbed out of a sunrise
and left my world shining
with clear cut diamonds in my eyes.

And I will fly to where you cannot reach me,
and banish thoughts of darkness to the night,
for though the moon is shining light to guide me,
these shadows smother wings designed for flight.

So many locked doors,
so many fumbling keys.

You were the only one to knock.