love is a habit
                         and
                                 habit dies hard

I thought

I hated you

then

A day came when

the fear of losing you

made me realize

I did'nt

a bit of you has to die

for a bit of you to grow . . .

"bandage your heart

    whats gone is gone

    heal your pain

    find a substitute . . . "

                                                 I say to me . . .

i need a few straws

to re-build my nest

like a sweet smile

a kind little word

i need a few souls

to flock with

good at heart

for a fresh new start . . .

there is a road

which leads to me. . .

wondering

who will be the one

who speeds to me. . .

On nights when I lay awake
stare at the celling
pretend I’m looking stars
I wish that they would see you
through my eyes
But more than anything
I wish that you would see yourself
through my eyes
priceless, not worthless
honest, not offensive
just another soul trying to find
the purpose of it all