This weird dream
I had last night
keep tormenting me...
How shall I ignore
this strange feelings I have..
Tossing and turning..
My bed is burning..
Staring at him lying next to me
deep in his sleep...
Should have known...
I've been sleeping with the enemy..

sigh

I wish I wasn't writing this
I had something else to say, but
Yesterday turned into Tomorrow
and I'm reluctant to come and play

I don't usually explain my Poetry
but I no longer have 'the gift'
No longer have I the emotions
Eternal despair has caused a rift

so I'll whisper my meanings to you
all my words mean nothing to me
just what I gathered from the universe
I'm an Empath, you see

I can no longer hold
all your feelings
in my heart
I can no longer
cry for you
laugh with you
or sit silently
as you fill me
with emotions
I can't cope with
I never wanted this
from the start

but I never denied you

So this is *Goodbye
let go of my hand
unwrap your arms
from beneath my soul

Don't cry for me
or laugh at me
or catch your breath
or try to see
Where I'm going,
you can't follow me

My journey is ended

The price....

                    *Untold

I am sick to death of love poems.
So bored of them my heart dries up
at the mention of sweet eyes and longing lips.
All of these old, dead men were crazy.
They must've made it all up,
finding just the right words to string together,
forming a beautiful chord for the heart and mind
to play battle ship over, engorged vessels
enveloped in the deep peaceful blue.
And the victor, oh the victor…
The victor is the champion of dreams and hopes.
But what will these get you, my sweet delirium?
I don't want the high praise and swoons the words
of these dead, beautiful dreamers achieved.
I just need enough money to share a cup
of coffee with you any day.

Let me tell you something. The thing that I want more than being perfectly fine is to be perfectly matched for you. I want to wake up feeling the tip of your toes slightly kissing mine. So tender, so soft, so innocently honest. As I realized that your arms have turn to a pillow under my neck and a blanket around my waist. As slowly listening to the rhythm of your breath while I try to match it with mine. Like a symphony, like that song we play over and over again even tho you hate the way I never get tired of humming to the same tune, you still twirl me in a dance we perform in the middle of your messy room.

I want to realized the way you fall asleep. As those eyelids slowly closing, I want them to see mine as the last thing they catch in sight. We can have nothing but ourselves around each other and I still feel like I have the whole universe within my front pocket. Turning off the alarm by kissing your lips and slowly sneak into your shirt just to get me to the coffee machine because I can't even help it being anywhere without the scent of your skin.

And the morning go on. Like we will never grow old.

Let me know how you feel about your coffee. Or about me.