Contrary to popular belief
I'm not crazy
Just positively documented crazy
I'm a poet, you know?
Maybe more, maybe less
That's something i'm willing to confess
And i like to shop for less
Maybe i can buy you a dress
It's not the dollars, it's the thoughts

There are those who do possess
All that they might need and more
Who despite that nonetheless
Least appreciate their lot.
There are those who have much less
But appreciate much more
What little they do possess
And make the most of their lot.
Perhaps in life happiness
Depends not on having more,
But on focusing far less
On those things we have not got.

This love is a little game we play

       It has no end
       There's no escape
       You hold all the cards
       And the way you stack them
If they were to fall they'd bury me alive
          Deprived from your kiss
It's the only thing I'd miss
     Not even breath or the sting of my wrists from when you hold me to your rules
                And no matter how many times I go broke trying to make you smile
       I'll always pay the dealer even if it takes a while

January 17, 2015, Saturday, 8:0AM

Not seeing you won't make me love you any less,
but I feel like I'm about to fall apart.

You can be more
Or you can be less
But you can never be perfectly whole

I knew it before
But it fails to hurt less
To learn it from the depths of my soul

i am not
everything you think i am
i am
so much less

Hard enough to let you go
To quiet your whisper in my head
To drown out the echo of what was
but wasn't said

Hard enough to sleep each night
To dream about your kiss
Of angels dressed in red
Of spines and twisted sheets

Hard enough to wake alone
To slow my every breath
Racing heart and skipped heartbeats
Yearning throbs
And wet

Tears upon my cheeks
As I ache for ever rest

Hard enough to smile through pain
And give the world my best

And yet not as hard as what's to come
To think of you
Less and less
To slowly forget the sound of your voice
The taste of your tongue
And less
The way you kissed and stopped this life
For a moment
And less
Under covers laying against your chest
That smile that I swore was just for me
And less
Wind and snow and bluelit dawns
Puppets
And less
The love of you
The love of me
The us that never was
except within those moments
Of stars and fog and sun
Of laughs and chips
And cake batter lips
Less and less
Losing memories

Hard enough to remember
Hard more to let memory die peacefully.....

MV