Chemistry and Timing have been enemies since before time began
Chemistry pushed us together, while Timing dragged us apart, for he had another plan.
But it was Fate that ended the war once and for all
Fate stepped in and it was the beginning of your downfall.

She stepped in among us, making her presence known,
she stood tall and proud, not a hint of pity shown.
As she sauntered towards you, a determined look in her eyes
that's when the horror struck me as I began to realize.

She wrapped her slender fingers around your wrist and began to walk away
and you walked off with her, although I begged you to stay.
You showed no sign of sorrow and you didn't look back,
and you didn't even see me fall to my knees crying, as my heart began to crack.

Yes, it was Fate that ended the war for good.
She took you away from me like you always knew she would.
I knew you and I weren't forever, but I never expected our story to end so abruptly.
I laid on the groud, helpless, and whispered your name softly.

Now I stand at your grave, and weep as my eyes fall on your name.
My heart aches and my chest is heavy from the untolerable pain.
I fall to my knees once more as the warm tears steadily fall,
Chemistry and Timing stand with me, defeated and broken.
Fate has won this war, Fate has crushed us all.

Chemistry was cheering us on,
but Timing was fighting against us.
I could always hear Chemistry yelling our names,
but Timing was making it rough.
Chemistry was on our side,
trying to help us win that war.
She fought long and hard and never gave up,
but truth was we needed Timing more.

Timing cheered when we lost,
he would not let us forget.
Chemistry held us close,
she whispered "this isn't over yet."
So now we sit and we wait,
wondering what happens next.
Because Chemistry is sitting ready,
Timing will be put to the test.

And at this precise moment,
pain took over Love and anger took over pain,
Will it be the end?

Promises that were never fufilled,
Like a catchy song, I can't get your words out of my head
But the intent was the same, you sold something that wasn't real

You met me in between

And I hate you for making me fall in love with you that easily,
For taking me for granted,for not being there at my worst

For selling love to other birds, while I was holding on to any butterfly left in your stomach,

But, most importantly, I hate YOU for giving up on us, WHILE I was building up our timeline...
And at this moment,
Patience took over anger, and wisdom took over patience
I'm not out there fishing for answers anymore

BECAUSE, I was the one holding them all along

If timing were as sweet,
as love is irrational*

It was the strongest, most painful thing I'd ever written.
So I crumpled it up in a ball and asked God to get it to
you for me

Because Lord knows
Lord, no,
I don't have that kind of strength

Last November I said Time Is Dumb
and you said it sounded poetic and
remembering this made me sick to my stomach
because last November you didn’t wear a watch,
the tick of a clock didn’t sound like a dripping faucet
and each turn of a calendar wasn’t an alarm without a snooze.

We had all of us in front of us for the taking
but we threw ourselves into the wind
which took you to warm arms and me to cool kitchen and bathroom floors
and this started the clocks, which haven’t stopped.

I used to count back to everyday in our demise
and when you asked if I still count I said of course
but a second after I realized I don’t
because it doesn’t matter how many days are behind us
or how many are in front of us
because velocity measures distance over time,
it measures the rate at which an object changes it’s position
and as the seasons have  changed so have we.

We meet in spring and fell in fall,
went on wandering winter walks as snow lightly fell,
in spring we sprung our clocks ahead to meet our end
summer was sliced in separation and sadness,
fall was truth and clocks so fast they broke
winter will be wagering within ourselves
I don’t know what spring will bring besides swimming in distance
and in thoughts of what to do with our time.

There are all these clichés about love and timing
but what if you were not suppose to be
my first love, we both had lessons to learn
you needed to flesh out that surface love and
I needed to rebuild walls before inviting you in.

Times isn’t dumb, we are foolish for letting it control us
but we may have learned this a year too late
for we’ve had our distance and we’ve had our time
and they’ve canceled each other out to create now
and it may be all we have.

I have told myself I'm okay for
Far too ******* long.
I want to disappear forever.
Go somewhere I won't be found.
Where people will give up on the search.
I'm not
Who people think I am.
I'll leave in the night,
When everyone is asleep.
Maybe not. I'm not sure.
"I'll be back later"
"Where are you going?"
"On a walk"
No one will think anything.
*I'll find an overpass,

Climb over it.

And *jump.

At just the right time.

Jesus of Nazareth
the king of the Jews  
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He punctuated a time in history that is still present today.

As poets we choose when, where and how to use punctuation to get a point across. Use them wisely

i stood in front of you
a shell of a girl
and with every shaking breath
i tried to stand tall
show you i was incapable of quivering
show you i was cool enough
good enough
brave enough
but the truth was i was running out of air
and every cover-up
proved to cover-up another piece of me
you would never know
when i gasped for my last breath
i collapsed
and it wasn't your arms that caught me
it was the floor
and there i stayed until morning
where the bright sunlight exposed the bruises
and all I could do
was let time do the healing

smoke-sheet eyes, you
questioned me behind
a mesh divider
all my hot hard "no"s
all my parting throes -
terrifying, endless, and gaping.

you questioned,
and never answered
you opened me like
an underripe fig
I didn't understand
how a person
could pull me apart
too soon.
Now I mould
over, I bruise
and hug the wet,
black ground.