I never thought it's possible, to have such
       deep fondness for somebody that you
       cannot spell the word 'love' without her
       name; that the word 'love' has become her.

"i adore you"
you tell me
and it shatters my heart into a thousand pieces

"i like you just isnt enough"
you tell me
and my dull bones are filled with a life we could have one day

"i miss you"
you tell me
and the void between us is stretched 8x further with every letter that echoes from your lips

I'm falling for you
i don't tell you
and the words that fall unspoken between us are left like the tracks in the dirt on the highway

untouched, unnoticed and uninterrupted

As the Earth rotates along it’s axis at a million
Million miles an hour, no one on Earth can feel the speed.
Yet while everyone shuffles past us, I’m moving at a
Billion trillion miles an hour and I love every moment.

At a time devoid of laughter, you make my sides just rip apart,
And you’ve put your hands upon and warmed my cold and frosty heart.
Your voice, I wish, it could be played in my head again and again
But it can’t, so I’ll just wait ‘til I call you again.
I need you to kiss me, because my lips hurt from falling
Head over heels.
All these feels, ****, all these feels.
Tell me, baby, is this really real?
I don’t have much time left and I just can’t sit by and let
Life pass me by, so then why when a long-lost love comes around
Do I sit here and try to convince myself just
To tell her.
**** man, don’t just try and compel her.
Don’t impress or act fake, don’t be something you’re not,
Ask “What Would Will Do?” and then give it a shot,
So I tell her that I have longed for her kiss and her
Hands interlocked within mine makes me grin
Like a *******, a fool, but I don’t care because
She is mine.
She is fine.
Now I put my heart out on the line.
Here I go, no tip-toes, I run straight, don’t look back,
The pulse in my chest feels like a heart attack,
But I calm down and smile when I realize it’s just
How she makes me feel.
My heart and my brain, now on the same page
For the first time, yes, it’s a shock.
People always gave me compliments and told me I was funny,
But I never thought that it would be enough to please you, honey,
So I walked away and sighed and didn’t want to go,
And so now, the water’s won’t be tested with a toe.
I’m diving headfirst, into picnics and dates and
Candy cane kisses at way-past-too-late,
And coffee breath pillow talk, but we just don’t care…
God, do I wish I could just smell her hair.

Of all the inhabitants of this small world,
I just can’t believe that I found you.
Got so lucky to just stick around you.
Music’s our blood and the roads are sheet music
So let’s write our own silly love song.
With your smile, I simply can’t go wrong.
Can we dance in gazebos and see that, these, and then those,
And whatever may come in between.

On top of the world, Titanic-sized love,
Except we don’t hit icebergs, we climb them.

tin roof rain
is my favorite thing to hear
when i'm all alone
and my thoughts
wont seem to stop

the tap dancing precipitation
putting on a show
easing my frustration
lets me know that you are near

this is the first time
in a long time
i thank god
my thoughts wont stop
because its you thats on my mind

For all the goodness this screen provides;
for its instant gratification;
for the evolved digital relay of self-published creativity;
for the immediate responses and comments
from half a world away.
For its space saving mastery.
I long to hold all your words, verses and rhymes intimately
within glossy or plain protective coat of hard card
Your spine dunked in the cup of palm
headcap to tail resting in crux of arm
or nestled like a lover upon lap.
I could take you to bed.
I want to thumb through your pages
Pages once mashed and pulped and pressed to dry.
I long to feel the weight of words physically
to smell the freshness along each hinge crease,
and caress the texture.
To return to those most fond
charactered with dogear
underlined with ballpoint
and pencilled margin notes.
Even the mild smudge of finger tip dirt
when I simply could not wait to picking you up before washing.
If only this screen was a page
One of millions ever changing
I could hold all your work close
and fall asleep with your words
waiting in rest beside me
always
beside
me....

I  love  the  sun  upon  the  streaks
That  are  the  ideal  portrait  
Of  my  dream.

I  love  to  sing  the  sadness  of  a  flute
When  the  mist  is  in  me          
And  I’m  lost  within  myself.
                                                  
The  same  kind  of  coldness
Brings  the  same  familiar  feeling.
It  envelopes  my  body
And  smarts  out  the  memory.

A soft kind of sadness
Edging like incessant  rain
To a soft kind of
Happiness and pain.

There is a space in my body,
a room,
that serves no function.
It is empty.
Filled with broken things,
who's shapes I remember with fondness, angst,
and not at all.

All of the walls have holes punched out of them
or into them,
depending on the day.
Most times,
I am not sure where it is.
But I feel it screech as its pushed and pulled
on the worn out track
between my head and chest.

I will be waiting there for you
with matches.
You will come
bearing gasoline.

And it when it feels full
for the first time
I will set it ablaze.
Then we will sleep,
comfortable and warm,
close to our flames.