I tried to find the poem
That poem about you.
You know which one
About a radio
About Electricity
I tried to find you in it.
I've looked and looked
For Anything
That could ever
Fill me up
Build me up
The way you did.

I'll find it someday.

Until then
I went and Bought
A pack of L&M Shorts
The Blues
Like you like

I couldn't bring poetry
So I brought
The Next
Best
Thing

Three steps of
True love

Step one means
Finding your drink
A can or a bottle,
Open over a sink

Step two is the pour
Down your too dry throat
Flows the liquid through body,
Teaching how to emote

Step three is the fall
To a darker place than you meant
Passing frozen stars and the dead
Finally feeling your intent

What do you mean there's
Got
To be a reason
I hate myself?

I've wished her well as best I could and yet
I know my words reek of a poisoned kiss
Between a soul so split in half they lost
True meaning ere she ever knew my heart.

Reconciliation means I've lost my
Purpose? If I ever truly had one.

I fell in love so fast, possessed of life
Liberation in her mind, her fingers
Twined and tugging on my breath, her beauteous
Words. Words, words, words. So many words for me.

Forgiveness comes to those whose trust is spent
Deserving of a death by loneliness
Found burning in the hottest hours of light
Cooled by the hands of those they've hurt so bad

I know everyone has an inner fire
I just wish mine didn't try to burn
The World
Down

I drank away my early seconds
Praying that'd it'd douse out that fire

I wanted reprieve, respite
A resplendent relapse into a
Regal rotunda

A joy that has waited so many years
To be

For the longest day
I've watched the sun pretend
At twilight
At a time for my rest
At a time when I wasn't
Obsessed with
Time
Waited for twilight
For darkness
To let my fire burn
Bright without
Competing against a
Burning world.

Burning more constant than our
Ever slowing sun

I'm getting the hang of this 
Whole heart 
                       Less 
Thing I've heard so much about.