The first time we kissed, I wrote you a poem with my tongue
I tucked it in right in the back of your mouth, between your gums and all that darkness
I never said anything but I tasted it all on your tongue
I tasted all of your pain, and inhaled all of your lonely
Even then
beneath my mouth
you still didn't feel like a person
you only felt like home
I wrote you a poem with my tongue
and I wonder if I kissed you like a heart beats
soft to slow
slow to quick
would I find my poem still nestled where I placed it
I wonder if my words helped **** the bitter alone
I wrote you a poem with my tongue
when we first traced scars and shared past lives
when we first shared our DNA
and I guess after all this time
what I want to say is
even underneath all that pain and lonely
there is a star hidden within those petals you call a mouth
that there is a sweetness to that bitter
that you are still my only home

may my delusions
be smashed

may my sanity
be restored

In the silence of the night I hear myself talk,
A song, a whisper, knowing that this peace
Is the only thing sane in the chaos that surrounds,
And in this quietness, a radiant light shines within my inner self.

And as my mind finds wings, to fly out of this prison
Gracefully gliding across calm waters of a flowing river
Finding its way into the sea,
I give my thoughts freedom from the misery of life.

As the skies begin to cry with tears of devastation
All that is beautiful, needs an eulogy for being lost in our sins.
And as coal black our hearts have turned,
The spring may never greet us with open hands
The birds may never sing the song of their hearts.

Sink me in a river, chase my soul into the wilderness,
Where my breath is shallow and my thirst is never quenched.
Alas, these musings of the night will end soon
As another explosion rocks the very foundation of my faith in humanity.

It feels as though
for the first time in two weeks
I'm actually happy.

The way you laugh at my stupid jokes
and try to make me laugh at your's,
it works every single time.

The way your eyes fill with worry
when you can tell I've been crying
and you sweetly ask Are you okay?

The way you try to find ways to make me happy
even if it's something
that you normally wouldn't do.

The way you always wait for me
before we temporarily part ways,
just so you can hug me tight.

And I know that you're with her,
but I also know she doesn't always make you happy
the way that you always deserve to be.

She doesn't deserve a man like you,
and although I don't think I do either,
all I really want is this:

To make you happy
and to make you smile
and to make you laugh
and to make your day that much better,
just like you already do for me.



                                                                                                                    (w.n.)