June will kiss you and tell you that you’re beautiful,
July will ******* senseless and leave you with a bleeding heart,
August will try to put your broken pieces back together only to get cut and leave you still broken,
September will bruise you and ask you why you’re still crying on the floor,
January  will snap  you in half and  later kiss your scars but only ends up cutting you deeper,
February will be an ocean of self destruction, washing over you and gently cradling you in it’s arms,
March is broken records all over your apartment floor and driving to the liquor store at 4 am,
April is blood in the sink, crying yourself to sleep, shaky hands and breaking down every time you hear his name,
May is a storm forming in your eyes when you realize that you need to save yourself and when you stopped loving yourself, they stopped loving you too, when they tell you that wounds will heal, you know that you’re never going to forget.
All you wanted was to hear the words ‘i’m never going to leave you’

This morning I saw
A turtle dove
It flew across my path
It landed on the pavement
And then it waddled off

I wondered what it was doing
What thoughts were in its head?

'I must gather food
I must perfect my nest
I must look after my child'

I wondered as I walked
About the thoughts I possess

My family
My workplace
Society
A mess?

Would it be simpler if I were a turtle dove?

Being human means caring for everything

The sun
The sky
The earth

Romance novels should be put in the fiction section
Because nothing can get rid of this ******* friction
I'm writing it like it's my ******* mission
**** an end
this isn't a ******* trend
This better not be read in some **** book club
Before that happens I'll drop a hair dryer in the bathtub
Read the whole thing not just a stub
cause this nonfiction is about our love
**** a rose and dove
I'll give you a sunflower and a bird of
pray to see you every **** day
or for you to stay
in the book
so I can read it again and take a look
from your perspective
and how you picked me even though you're so selective

Bland as the morning breath of June
The southwest breezes play;

The clear piping of a robin rang above the quiet of the sleepy morning street
A distant conversation of neighbors drifted through the open door;
Faint voices, murmurs, tones, fell into repose.
Silence threw her cloak of repose through the trees and shrubs.
Small breezes whirled, the rushing air stirred up the silvery backs of maple leaves
Silence returned all to stillness.
Then again the robbing piped
As it had piped before
Long ago, when
In my bed as a youngster, the sweet smell of early morning hay
Drifting across the fields, freshly cut alfalfa melded into the dew.
The timeless songster sings yet to guide me to eternity.

The summer morning was broken by your song.
You called down the rain

Hanging from my fingertips thousands of feet up I feel my arms growing weak. With the ground of air under my feet and the slippery rock sliding under my fingertips I cry out for help. One last begging plead for rescue. You see me there but don't hear me. You laugh thinking it's another game and that I will recover as I have done countless times before. But this time I'm not playing a game. I need you to reach out and grab me, pull me to safety, But you just turn and walk away. I scream your name hoping to see you run back to save your damsel in distress. You do nothing of the nature except keep walking the opposite direction of where I fall. I tumble down faster than light, feeling my body hit every rock, every splinter of hope shooting through my heart. The last thing I hear before my vision fails me and my mind goes blank is words spoken in your voice. Such a waste.