As a child I was afraid of the dark.
I was afraid of a lot of things,
But the dark was the scariest.
It was the unknown,
The inescapable,
Where all my nightmares hid just out of view.
I thought I had outgrown such a childlike fear...
I guess not.

The poets who write of love one day
And heartbreak the next
Are the only creatures who truly understand
How a yearning soul cries for company,
Because after losing a connection so pure,
Loneliness becomes unbearable.

If loving Her is a sin,
I will gladly shake hands with Lucifer,
Rather than repent for
Her Beauty.

There is only so many words
I can say about Her
Without becoming repetitive.
But, if she were to ask it,
I would bring down the heavens
Just to see her look at me.

To love so viscerally and passionately
As mortals do
It is life’s greatest gift
And harshest punishment.

I used to just think
I’d stare at the ceiling for hours
I would day dream of future adventures
Or ponder the big questions
At least what my 12 year old self thought the big questions were

Except now I can’t
I need distractions
Music, texting, staring at a screen full of meaningless content
Anything to keep my mind busy
Busy but not thinking

It’s because I’m scared
My thoughts aren’t fun anymore
My day dreams have become day nightmares
The big questions now loom over me
Dark shadows that follow just a bit too closely behind me
Shadows I can’t outrun and can’t be driven out by light

Maybe I just need more light?
I thought I had enough
People are my lights
Their smiles towards me cast out the darkness
For a little bit at least

I should probably become my own light
People tend to be like faulty lightbulbs anyways,
Unreliable.
But being my own light is hard
So maybe I’ll just submit to the shadows.

I dream of the day
Where your poems about
Happiness with me,
Outnumbers the amount about
Heartbreak with her.

I hope you allow me to stay long enough
For my dream to come true.