The things that come out o your head
Are just skin cells you're ready to shed
Write them down on a page
And then let all the days
Be the judges
Of what you relate.

Why would you not
Believe
The things
I would like you
To perceive?

Two souls journey into eternal love
One guides the other
Bonded through lifetimes
Unbounded by time

ten years,
too late.

ten years—

and there's
no debate:

i will do
everything

to not be

like you.

i'm no saint,

but i know
when enough
is enough

and to draw
a line,

before it's
too late.

people come
and people go;

and i've come
to terms with
forgiving

and letting
go.

but in the midst of
it all, i hope
to be better

than to
risk it all.

because impressions
are forever,

and

i've learned
to forgive you
and move past it

rather than fall.

Sleep is a short death,
Beside your bed we sat, patiently waiting for you to open your eyes,
This time the night was so long and you never came back,

So much was said in the unsaid
We spoke in static
Nothing moved but us
Letters never sent
My memory erased the words you never meant and those moments spent

Sleep has a grasp on my bones -
My eyes, a white hot burning;
Dreams beckon with undertones
of a pattern I'm not learning.

Art is magic
I’ve often used it
Reliably
But you, sir
Possess immunity
To every wile I got on file
I’ve thrown
What I’ve known
As ignorantly
As what is known can be
No wonder
You don’t want to see
Silly me