I drank the poison
of our love,
thought you
were the perfect antidote,
you could fix me,
ease the pain,
but I'm slowly dying
on the side effects.

There was no warning label Darling,
just the skull and crossbones
you wore around
your slender neck
dangling
above me,
while you tried to cure me.

Bury me next to the prettiest river,
I want to feel her erosion,
ride her stream
to the sea
forever.....

I've only thrown two grenades in my life.
But listen up people-
more than one is enough,
maybe too much.
They're excessively loud,
they shake the Earth
& they create lots of blood splatter.

And did you
stay up late
reading to me
chivalrous stories
of sweet pretty fairies
& other wonderful tales?

And did you
touch
my most
intimate parts,
'cause I'm much too sensitive
& I constantly dream
of sensuous-pixies
in my sleep
at night.

Tell me was it perfect, your date..
Or were you nervous on that day,
It's just that you don't seem so nervous anymore these days..

And i just wrote a new poem saying
'I don't need you to grow'
But those words came out from another's mouth
How can a flower stand tall
When her roots have been ripped out?

Oh please could you give me everything or just maybe one thing
Just a piece of your heart that might
Not fit in his

Cause you and i will fall in love
With other people who think that
They're for us,
But deep down inside,
I just can't deny,
What is true..
That no one here compares to you

Cause you're my anchor of hope,
i'm your sinking boat
And you're my moral compass
Pointing me back home
So please don't deny
That our silent goodbyes
Meant any truth..
No not even my metaphors
Can truly capture you
Because you're so beautiful
That no one else could compare to you

.. Well summer flings
Happen here and there
And i've been caught up in a love affair
But all these guys they don't buy me coffee or compliment my hair

But with you,
I bet things are going greater than fine
I hope you're always on the greener side
&I; just wish my eyes would be less greener eyes

And tell me in a year or two,
You'll still think of me
Cause you know that,
I'd never stop thinking of you

And now i'm pushing away all these scary thoughts,
Though it's hard to just smile when i see you knowing i can't be yours
But i will fall in love,
Yeah at least one more time, if not two
But no one will compare to you

And i'm coming across as desperate
Though i'm tryna keep us separate
It's been 7 days and 42 minutes
Since i deleted you and its made no difference
And my best friends are cheering me on and calling my phone
And i would rush to it to see if it's you but it's not
Cause you're now someone else's drug
And when i'm out and all alone
I'll wander how i should get home
Cause no one else is a better compass
On those nights i came home from church, your voice gave me comfort
And on your first date i hope you weren't nervous,
I said that under the church roof is where you're most perfect
But everywhere you go, you make life worth it so i want you to always know
That i'll hug you back when it hurts less.. Cause i'm hurting.. Still hurting..

But i swear you are worth this.

Don't be upset.
Don't get mad at yourself.
It's only a problem when it's the girl gaining experience.

So, you slept with several.
Notice the negativism directed toward your gender.

Why guys earn notched?
Women gain negative comments.
Then again, many earn high compliments from men.

Especially,the men who came to respect them?
Go out of the way to defend them

To some women with experience.
Is a woman with skills to teach them.
It's just a hidden secret.
Many men's hate to be taught.

Similar to those that hate women bosses.
Why?
I can't say.
We all like to be educated in various ways.

It just a males mental block.
That a woman of romance know more than them.
They are the emotional ones.
While men are considered the physical source.

It's a hidden secret that in relationship women has always been the instructors.

They know more about the male pride.
So to soothe their egos they act like students most of the times.

What happens when
the muse runs out,
when they fly
& you're left empty,
to fend for yourself,
writing words for nobody.

So, what if my time is occupied with you?
It's my decision to do it.
Why is it bothering others?
If I'm into you.

Some into movies.
Some into space.
Some into the sun.
Some into God.
Which I am too.
Except, I'm also into you.

Some well meaning folks states, I need a distraction.
But just being around you is my satisfaction.
And your willingness to be with me takes no required action.

I'm into you.
Deeply into you.
But I know when to give you your space too.

I'm doing much better now.
Smile more.

I can walk by a radio playing
Slow music without

Speeding up. "...I wish nothing
But the best

For you..." Still, perhaps weekly, 
My thoughts touch upon that

Tiny, little loveborn mistake
We made; how we cried together

Over the decision we came to, and
I sit down behind a corner with

My head in my hands and regret
That we -back then- decided not

To keep
It.

Naked minds clash together
Onwards and then forever
Bold poets with words to tell
Only rising high and then fell
Drawn faces with obsession
Yet they hide deep depression

So fighting to be understood
Pouring emotions as they should
Everyone with metaphors of pain
Crafting in tears of pouring rain
Inwards seeking out special meaning
As somewhere lost hope is gleaming
Let me tell you, you're special to me