I'm not as self but as something new.

Golfer man and she knew you

But I never knew that she was who

The one who invented the love of you

And now that aside here I am

Squish sardine pressed into a can

The man who wrote the man I knew

Well I gave him away in spite of food

And now the longing for the words I wish

The words that I so dearly Miss

To pull you close was all I ever wanted to do.
Perhaps some sort of kiss but I'm not sure if I even would want to go there.

The feelings of knowing he never actually wanted to meet will slowly fade for my mind wants to never remember your face

An incompatibility known to be true but a type of relationship known to be drawn into

For these are the days I once was wild wild no longer you cease to exist to me

I waited each night,
by the window
in the moonlight,
for you to come home,
and tuck me in tight.
I waited, and waited,
putting up quite a fight,
because I refused
to believe my daddy
would leave me in fright.
Mommy would come in,
and kiss me goodnight.
She would tell me,
my daddy loves me,
but he's not
coming home tonight.
I waited, and waited,
until a quarter
past midnight.
That's when I realized,
mommy was right.

Stupid girl.
Frail and weak.
How easily
you are swayed
by expectations
held so high
over your
*pretty
little
head.

I was 20 years old
when my depression
came back.
It hit me so hard
it knocked me off my feet.
I had 3 years.
3 years of feeling so much,
while sadness lingered
just below the surface.
Waiting,
for the perfect moment
to cut my rope in two.
That rope
was my lifeline.
Now,
the days drag on,
but the nights seem longer.
I gaze out the window,
watching the snow
cover the world outside.
I can't help,
but wonder
if nature is ever
this sad
when all her beauty
is dead
and buried.

Tonight,
I am more lonely
than the moon
in a starless sky.
Why,
is it so easy
for me to pour
my heart
into a little poem,
than it is for
me to tell you
how I really feel.
Maybe,
like the moon,
I go through phases,
and you,
like the sun,
are constant,
bright,
and always
burning.

Your eyes
scorch holes
into the depths
of my soul.
I'm staring into
the eyes of hell,
but,
on the surface,
I am cool,
calm,
and collected.
I refuse
to buckle
beneath
the heat
of your
fury.