Two months ago seems so far away,
and I think of you less day after day.
I've begun to forget how your lips felt on mine.
With your hand in my hair and mine on your thigh.
I still regret how I thought it was fine,
to kiss a boy that would never be mine.
I still wince in pain when I see you with her,
and I think of the boy I thought you once were.
I long to reach out and tell her the truth
and tell her I'm sorry, but I realize there's no use
bringing up mistakes I can never undo.

My dream was there
I had it tight
It wouldn't falter
I'd get it right
But I let it slip
Through weakened hands
And what happened next
I can't understand
My wishes dashed
My hopes all fled
And all the dreams I had were dead
What happened to my iron fist
That hard resolve that must exist
Why did I trip along the way
What happened on the fateful day
My dream was there
I had it tight
But lost my edge
And lost the fight

I **** & it's okay because
I **** for my country

Wait no, that was a father
that was a son
I watched the life ebb from
the body of an uncle
whose favorite color was green
who loved old music.
I turned this husband,
this pro stone-skipper
into less than a corpse;
into a statistic
a number.

I **** for my country

The pull I feel from your body to mine
Your crooked smile sending chills down my spine
The sparkle, it’s rare, but it’s there I see
In your eye, catching light, when you look at me
The world you seek may not be hard to find
Forget your thoughts and just open your mind
The possibilities that will unfold
Begin your life, you are free of the mold
You know where to find me, down by the sea
The sparkle is something I’d like to see.
We’ll sit on the rocks, waves crashing beneath
No words spoken, we will sit and just breathe.
Take in all the sounds and scents of the waves
We are free from worry, no longer slaves
Free to love, to relax, to seize the day.
Open your heart to the words that I say.

Minutes feel like years,
hours close to decades.
I'm lying in bed
while my mind tries to fade.

A heart tends to feel
what words can't convey.
I am desperately fighting
to take myself away.

A soul that is heavy
with a body close to hollow.
I am fighting for sleep,
but my mind will not follow.

The advice you want to give,
I simply won't demand.
All I seem to wish for
is a heart that can withstand.

It is time for me to go.
For soon, I will see dawn.
I know that it is coming,
I know I will move on.

I thank you for your time,
I shouldn't keep you taken.
The only thing I ask
will be something left unspoken.

TWO loves had I. Now both are dead,
And both are marked by tombstones white.
The one stands in the churchyard near,
The other hid from mortal sight.

The name on one all men may read,        
And learn who lies beneath the stone;
The other name is written where
No eyes can read it but my own.

On one I plant a living flower,
And cherish it with loving hands;      
I shun the single withered leaf
That tells me where the other stands.

To that white tombstone on the hill
In summer days I often go;
From this white stone that nearer lies
I turn me with unuttered woe.

O God, I pray, if love must die,
And make no more of life a part,
Let witness be where all can see,
And not within a living heart.

I am rich in love,
I am poor in money.
I am ***** in cowgirl boots,
I am clean in high heels.
But enough about me,
what about you?
You are strong in wisdom,
and strong in arms.
Your opinion counts,
even though I hate it sometimes.
You can draw anything,
you can imagine even more.
You told me lies,
that I still believe today.
I love you all the time,
but I only like you sometimes.
You are like an old lab,
and I am a puppy.
This poem isn't for a lover,
it is for you,
Kirk.
My older brother,
the one who is annoyingly,
always right.