Poets are emotional rockstars
causing rokkus
getting ****-drunk off of anything
that moves them
wrecking rooms
of highs after falling
grabbing the "feels"
and smashing them
on the stage of their life
fearless and loud
Now, that's adrenaline

Your arms,
my forever home
Your eyes,
a mirror of my own
Your voice
a soothing sound
Your presence
a quiet space when the world is loud.

I feel I'm stuck outside your heart
Only a window to peek through
Glass is smudged and *****
Limiting view

But from what little eyes can make out
Appears that you are asleep
Begin to worry my presence
A gift not good enough to keep

I wish I heard sounds of you breathing
The night's silence hits hard
Slicing deeper than freshly sharpened blades
 Caught off-guard

As if on cue-starts to rain
Descending eagerly from the sky
Wait in wet clothes for you to wake up
Widening each weary eye

Winds of uncertainty blow a bit stronger
Hinting future unseen
Daybreak an eternity away
Forced suspension in dismal scene

Unanticipated impatience
For mornings golden glow
Familiar warmth expected to emerge
Your shoulder is still cold as snow

My hopes eventually are destroyed
Denial ripped like a band-aid
Glance directly at me standing there
It's as if there is an invisible barricade

Your expression easy to read
Written on face loud and clear
No denying you are aware of my position
You pretend not to notice I'm here