I'm hidden come and find me
Naked in the dark that's where I'll be
Suffocated amongst the bed sheets of our emotions
Reality blanketed by lusts deep oceans
Trapped in this bed for a time that is lost
Strangled by our wires that seem to be crossed

In my hours of bliss
Here in this world full of words
In my time of grief
You’re my poem I’ll always write
and the story of my life

For some it was poetry
   For me, it was bits and pieces of you
   More of you...and less of me
No, it was everything about you

The night is cool.
The skies are open.
The weather is perfect.
I'm all alone, under the blanket.
I have everything else.
The only thing missing, is you.

My dear,
I don’t feel so good,
I death is on its way,
I will write you,
Act,
Like nothing is happening,
I put the world war aside for you
And even with explosions behind my back,
I feel so alone.
I could tell you how much I love you,
How much I adore you,
But I don’t think your boyfriend would much enjoy that,
Would he?
All and every attempt to be noticed
I’ll call you ‘friend’
Just as long as you call me when the party is over
Tell me you love me
Tell me you miss me
Tell me you need me,
But the morning you wake up,
When all my hopes are up, and I’m high on love
You wake up to tell me you don’t remember anything.
And all my life, I will just wish I had you closer,
Closer so close you would never ever leave me,
You only love me when you are drunk or drinking,
But even when you wake up and forget about my face, I will still love you silently, deeply and endlessly
Wishing
Wishing she was you.
Wanna go for coffee?

Each night since he left
I trace your words on my skin
I memorize the curve of the L
And try to imagine what you would say

But the truth is I haven’t the slightest clue
You never worried about men, so it seemed.
I wish you had taught me how.

I miss looking into the eyes of my mother.
I miss looking into the eyes of my father.
I miss looking into the eyes of a person who is,
loving,
compassionate,
and faithful.

I miss having a reason to be alive.
I miss having a reason to wake up.
I miss having a reason to be the person I want to be,
loving,
compassionate,
and faithful.

They say that the eyes are the window to the soul.
Can this be true if the eyes belong to someone without,
a soul?
Can this be true if the eyes belong to someone who is not,
loving,
compassionate,
and faithful?

I don't understand why we cry.
I don't understand why we sleep.
I don't understand why we love.
But maybe,
just maybe,
it is all the same thing.

I hope we cry because we are,
loving,
compassionate,
and faithful.

I hope we sleep because we need rest from,
loving,
hold compassion,
and are faithful.

I hope we love because that is what it is,
to be human.

My worst fear is that,
we love because we are asleep.
I miss being awake.

Wherever I go you are always near.
Our greeting penetrating,
Diverse in communication.
The way that I love you.
I have placed an antenna in my heart.
No matter the frequency,
You are always near.
Expanding in trust,
I find you in my dreams.
Near & close.
This antenna perfectly adjusted.
Tuning in,
Finding a place for all these wires.
The existence that something this practical exists.
Something that makes us stop and ask.
Missing the important part of missing,
Finding the only difficulty.
Tuning out the rest of the world

Your voice is my favorite sound.
Every day, I listen effortlessly.
Every single word.
From early morning
Every late night.
I am in constant bliss.
The most beautiful sound coming from your lips.
From the most private of conversations
To the silliest of things.
Your voice puts me at ease
No matter what kind of day I've had
Laying on the couch not a thing to do.
Summer time vibes
Outside all times of the night like I don't
have to go to work in the morning.
Your voice a perfect nostalgia
Of how I wish I'd met you sooner.
I am counting down the seconds until I see you again