"Hello!"
"Hi!"

"What is?"
"The sky"

"What about it?"
"It's high!"

"Oh, hello!"

Yes, this poem is quite confusing...
But then again, so am I!

I heard you talking
To the ocean blue.

It was a heartfelt conversation
You let on to the sky.
You said it slow, so slow.

It was a strange sensation
When I heard you sing.

I knew who you were
And where you came from
From the sound of your voice.

hi there !
how are you, then?
really now?
oh wow.

let me grab a chair.
since when?
really now?
oh wow.

so that's why you wanted to share.
gosh, I feel ten.
really now?
oh wow.

really?
wow.

you really had me going at here comes love - POW
; man sorry -

I think we can talk about me now.

You know my interests,
My hobbies and passions,
You know what I look like,
And you think I'm attractive.

You know my routines,
You can call my bluff,
You know all the facts,
And you think that's enough.

But knowing about me
Isn't knowing me at all,
If you're afraid to go deep,
How far could you fall?

There's no satisfaction,
In facts or rapport,
Or scripted conversation,
I'm yearning for more.

I want to be known
To the depths of my soul
I'm so tired of surface,
So tired of shallow.

I'm ready to risk it,
So come grab my hand,
And we'll jump together,
Into the deep end.

I really want to see you.
Yeah. Me too.
You busy this weekend.
Not sure... it'll be warm, let's take a walk.

I don't want to see him.
Then don't. Why a walk anyways?
I want to know what'll happen.
What.
We text... I cringe when I see his pictures though. Too many memories.
Call me with details.
I always do.
Going to get back together?
My heart lives somewhere else.

He can't come. But I knew that.
How.
Babysitting. I got lucky I guess.
Oh. Cool.

Heard from him?
Him...
You know who, I'm worried about him.
Right, No word... but you went walking wit--
No he bailed, besides I want to forget everything to do with that.
Well
I'll never hear from him
Chin up girlie.
Tragic. I'm in love.
No you're not.

You can't always win.
He's perfect for you
Give it up, you know I can't.
You can. It would be perfect.
I can never be the same again.
That's cruel.
My heart is somewhere else, sorry.
Wherever it is, put it up for lease.

I keep planning conversations in my head
About pointless things or serious things
Ideas and planning
I always end up talking to you
I play a movie in my head of the scenes that might happen with every move I make
I think about what I would say and do if I got married to you " **** them all we did it!"
Or the conversation I would have if I met your dad and I was telling him what I liked to do "well that's a tough question I have a lot of angles to me"
Or the tougher conversations
Like having the conversation about us being official " this would be easier if we were ACTUALLY dating"
Most of these conversations never work out as planned, they never say the right things to set up my whole internal monologue and relinquish it all at once in a rehearsed flood.
I care about having the conversation that I think most about
"Can you stop being so mean?" "Can you stop lying to me?" "Tell me how you feel" "what do you want from me?" "Why do you even like me?" "Why did you come back into my life?" "Why can't you tell me how much you love me all the time?" "Why don't you ever tell me you're sorry?"
But I never get an answer in my head or in my life
It's just another one-sided conversation that I will have in my head

The Captain and I are shipmates tonight.
We ride out the storm together till morning light.
A glass full of his wisdom by my side in repose,
where his torrent of words will take me, who knows?
But a sentence reaches me by the bedside lamp's glow.
The truth of it kills
and I wish it unsaid.
"***," He whispers "won't fill
an empty bed,"
"Yes..." I sadly opine.
"But it dulls the pain...
fills my senses just fine."
The Captain nods, satisfied, and the ship rumbles
as it is tossed about by wind and rain.
He motions in the cabin boy, who tumbles
inside, and pours me another glass of pain.

Red like her lips.
Dark like her eyes.
Heady like her scent.
Fluid like her hips...
The Captain grabs my shoulder.
"Forget her." His eyes smoulder
louder than hers...

I reach for the wine.

"Well how does he say goodbye to you?"
"We don't say goodbye..."
"How do you end a conversation?"
"Our conversations don't end. We've never said goodbye, only goodnight. Since the day we met we've spend every moment memorizing eachother. We are still learning every little thing about eachother. Our conversation won't end until the day we change the subject from me and you to us and we."
"Well then yes. It's love."