my torment is one of clouds and flowers
freckles upon sun-kissed oranges
like roses through honey
& vivid eyes like the abstraction of Renaissance pieces

oh butterfly how you make my heart melt
chocolate brownie wonders with giggles on top
your effervescence brighter than a summer's day
entrapping my purity within your oppressive interior

our silences are filled with images of my creation
a cornucopia of passion for even the loneliest of wordsmiths

I leap into our pool of nostalgia for old time's sake
only to find your words transform into serpents.

whirlwinds of emotion now whispered into the ears of another
burning adorations into scarred remains

Seven billion poets and rising. Fourteen billion ears and no one can hear.

If my words go unread and my voice goes unheard, did I ever exist.

I don't know if a bear did but I did when I was camping.

If we call the start a big bang when it goes will it be the little whimper or the even bigger bang?

Is it true that ****** shoes are nailed on?

I used to be on hormone therapy.... but she put up her prices.

Suffocating loneliness
Drowning—deep seas of nothingness
Clenching fists
Squint through an emotional mist

Everyone will wallow
But what follows such sorrow?
A repeated pattern
As the rings circle Saturn
So too—your mind attempts to fathom

                                                                     Around and ‘round(?) them.

Trip, chase, flip, brace
Circle back
Nothing lies ahead
But dread and your tear tattered torn face

Push aside pleasures
Once valid safety measures
Empty—to be forgotten forever?
Unfortunately never

                                                                         Reach out—take a chance.

I…

Miss what once was, us two
Left stains of sadness, residue
Let words become lost, misconstrue
Feel excellently engraved, worn tattoo
Am at the end of your line, long queue
Was stupid, so Boo outgrew
Did all that I could, untrue
’m stuck—skin tugged, like glue

But all that choked through was—
I miss you

Seen—and scene

The cycle begins anew…
Ten hours and forty-two–

I'm back at square one
I know I've been here before
felt this
before
Everything seems so unfinished
There’s still more to say
More to experience
More connection to be had
I wish you’d wait it out a little longer but
Instead I’ll just write you one last time
Open the door to a second try
Remind you that I’m still here
Smiling, waiting
Lord knows I’m special
And I know you’re special
It’s hard to ignore how comfortable we felt
But maybe I felt like her when you closed your eyes
And maybe I didn’t make you feel the way she did when you opened them
Maybe it was her you were reaching for all along
Our connection wasn’t the same as yours but
Did you really give it a fighting chance
Or did you just hide away from the possibility
From the commitment
From the vulnerability
I’m still here arms open, eyes bright
I’m still here
Still here

What are the limits of love?
What can you do with love
that is blowing back

to yourself, return sender?
Should you leave?
But how do you leave

someone you care about?
You feel the barbs
of your love cut

in your happiness
You feel the pain
of the abrasions

the pain under the blood
of your partner
What can you do

to make it better
if it doesn't fit anymore
what you can give each other?

There are limits to love
to what your love can do
if there is no bed

in which it can flow
so it dries out and
your life withers