Sometimes what is
and what would have been
or what will be
slips
Through your fingers and
possibilities and moments
that never were
or won't be again
flicker through
single frames on a
film reel
and if you could see all the frames
At once
you would be God

we talked through the night
of love and future lovers
but never of us

If I can fight , I will fight
If i can write, I will write
If I can try it , I will try it
And be bright  And smart

Hell holds a place 

Where I pace in a space 

And through glass, I look at you. 



Not out of vengeful fury 

But for sorrow and worry 

As I remain in a dismal blue. 



You are not alone 

And prone to the light he has shone 

With your mate, both head and soul. 



I tear at my skull

Hysterically mull, presence null 

Misery flushed by eternity’s toll. 



Obligatory affection 

For the reflection of woman perfection 

He has, but I too want you excessively.  



The glass will not break

He kisses you for my sake 

I famine helplessly to get more than your stare. 



You look back throughout his touch  

Every time it’s exceedingly much 

I fall apart watching you go.

Now in a pinch 

I winced just an inch 

Convulsing from a dream in the 

Windowpain. 



No blanket could 

Banquet and save it, sadly 

I pinky’d my way between lanes. 



Petite fingers clasped 

Wrapped and entrapped in 

Sobbing troubled twines. 



My abdomen, held

Felt body bouquet and meld 

Love in the most inquisitive of times.

Hell made me consistent

Persistent, I went with it

And caught the eye of the girl behind glass. 



Up, she got close 

Molecular woes, a lethal dose

With one touch my window collapsed. 



No one would think

Gut sink, simultaneous blink 

The possibility unconstitutionally in reach. 



Things she would say 

Meaning to days and astonishing phrase 

I would make happy all I needed most. 



Had I searched every-earth

Proving worth, providing mirth 

I would have found the same you, as inevitably. 



Now Hell has subsided 

And we reside in what’s been guided 

She is the me I like most.

I don't love you

but one fine day
I could

In my half daze of a slumber I remember how your scruff felt brushing against the skin of my spine
As you laid soft kisses down like you were planting rose buds in the soft of my skin to stay long after you left
And the way our bodies radiated heat together deep under the covers tucked away from the world
How easily I dozed off to the sound of your breathing against my neck
And your erratic twitches of a nightmare
And your arm protectively wrapped around my waist up until our hands interlocked
I remember how our hands melted into one another that they felt like one
Beautiful and synchronized
I could have laid there with you all day like a work of art, never moving from the comforts of your bed
I remember thinking, maybe it is possible to fall in love
And maybe one day I can fall in love with more than just the idea of you.

Would you be the person who
Willingly pulls my heart out
And turns it to dust?

Or would you be the one
Who is tender
Handling the fragile, breakable
Pieces
And fit the shards back together?

I will willingly surrender
To the greater part of my heart.

She is simply a girl that speaks to forget
What's really going on inside of her head.
She speaks to forget what's really going on
In the life that she hid from me all along.

I am the one who speaks because he wants to be heard.
Who speaks to forget the lack of love in his life.
Who speaks to forget the lack of attention
From the ones that he wants; From the ones that he craves.

Guilty of obscuring the truth, she retreated behind her veil of fear.
Silent and quiet for reasons that are unknown to me.
Probably blaming me for a thousand chances,
In which I missed my opportunity to help her forget.

Behind her veil, I pushed through.
Trying to get to know the real her.
Instead I was met with a dagger through the heart
In the form of her giving up on me.