Am I really so alone in my own thought
That I can find no one with the same vision as me?
The same astonishment?
The same confusion?
The same frustration?
Someone who may console me and tell me that I am not insane?
Am I insane?
If I am not, then why can’t I find a single soul that
See things the way I see them?
Is everyone blind?
Am I?

Every October I, like the moon, cry craters.

The day is gone,
along with my mind.
The tears on your cheeks remain,
but the streetlight made your lips more inviting
then my heart could dare handle.
I gave in to your shoulder blades,
surrendered my veins to your spine.
The children still play in the trees,
but refuse to come down on Sundays.
I am sorry I broke your eyes,
just close them through February.
Even the stars fall off their pedestals.

Maybe tonight I'll forget
how to give you up
beneath the moon,
which is also you.

Did the sea ever chill your hands
like your spine,
watching me
behind a naked tree on a dead end street.

Is it a lie to surrender half the burden?
Hypnotized and paralyzed by a sky
afraid to cry
and rain.
Please, just fall from your knees
I swear
I can keep up the pain
and pretend to pull you closer.

The middle of the ocean could be three feet deep
and no one would know.
I could love you,
but I'll never part my lips.

Do you know why I never asked twice?
Maybe it was the little bit of sweat that forms by your temples
or the way you say goodnight
when it was already well into the morning.

Can you feel that when the lights are on?

I am the kind of girl
To graze your lips,
Watch them slightly curl
As your hands hold my hips.

Soft kisses around your neck,
So soft they are opaque and iridescent.
My kisses turn you to a wreck,
And you'll never forget it-

The way I laughed in your arms
And swayed under the stars,
The way I set fire, set off the alarm
Enclosing your heart behind bars.

You'll never lose the time
Of rain dancing, you stayed to listen
As I stole you heart, it was a crime
To take an unsuspecting victim.

I robbed you of your stature,
Because I kissed you without the intent
That I would provide utter rapture;
Instead I left you damaged and bent.

I am the kind of girl
To hurricane into your lungs,
Steal your breath with a whirl.

You are the kind of boy
Who deserves the world-
One full of reciprocation and joy.

Childhood
Innocence

Teenage
Awareness

Twenties
Indestructibility

Thirti­es
Caution

Forties
Confidence

Fifties
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