Our love is not
A prosaic puzzle
It is more like a
Victorian poem
Difficult to understand
By the modern world
Yet beautiful all the same
Long-lasting
One can see this is not a game
Though there may be one too many 'hither' or 'thy'
All that really matters is you and I

A quiet storm
Has formed
Within me.
And you claim you want
Me to release
Everything that I
Hold beneath the surface
And it's ironic
You complain
When I let you simply sample
The breeze.

'I am a lover not a fighter.'
I say as I take you by the tongue
And kisses roll off my lips
Like bullets from a gun.

'I am a lover not a fighter.'
I say as I take my fingertips
And brush them across your back
Slicing your heart open
And letting the feelings from within
Like a blade
Makes blood trickle
Out of skin.

'I am a lover not a fighter.'
I say as you and I laugh
Cramps curling in my stomach
Hurting me like a slap
With broken glass.

'I am a lover not a fighter.'
I said as I see another
Smooth compliments and kisses
Upon you like butter
With clenched fists
And a broken heart.

'I am a fighter not a lover.'
I say as I punch her in the face
And kick you in the groin
Trying to ignore the annoying
Voice asking me why
I would hurt the guy
I care so deeply for.
I ignore it as you slump to the floor.

'I am, I am-'
I cannot finish it
Because whether
A lover with the passion of a fighter
Or
A fighter with the lighter of love
I know not anymore.



But my dear gel
Know that all is well
For you are God's Princess
Please do not forget
That you are
A fighter that is loved
From the Perfect King
From up above.

What's with all the staring of late?
And why is it that I can relate
To you without speaking?
And why am I seeing you everywhere?
Wanting to see you everywhere?
Why does being near you
Make me feel giddy but scared?
But I refuse to let anymore words
Go unsaid.

I guess it takes tragedy
To understand destiny
And that time is limited.
So why not spend it with
Love and laughter?
I mean making the most of your years
Before going to the Hereafter.

Why is it
That the way I love
Anyone else
Is colored
By the way
I have loved you?

Plane crashes
And crashing waves
You are God of them all.

Broken glass
And broken hearts
You repair it all.

***** cloth
And ***** sinner
You wash them all clean.

What I mean is
You know.
What I'm saying is
I'll go.
I trust You.

Despite the aches and pains
And the bruises along the way.

weather is changing
for better, or worse

and i am changing
for better, or worse

days are turning darker
nights are getting colder

and i am growing numb
to everyone, everything

soon i shall be giving thanks
in a few days time

to the people who never left
and places which molded me

i will not be eating turkey
most likely, i will eat Chinese food
by myself, somewhere in this city

but i will give thanks
i must
shouldn't i?

to everyone who has stayed in my life
and every place that carved me out of stone

that will be my thanksgiving
that will be all
that will be it for me, this year