I wish we could forget.
Forget all the things we never wanted to remember.
If the past is in the past, why do we still remember,
remember how it felt?
How it all felt.
One day we forget
but the next,
All of the feelings hit us again.
Every stab in the back and
every broken heart.
Why can't we forever forget?

- S.S.

I miss you,
More than the infinite,
Timeless number,
Our hearts cannot define.

I miss you,
The waves of efficient,
Self worth you gave me.
The feeling of clarity,
You stretched out,
across the shore.

I miss you,
Now the wind has changed,
And you no longer,
See me as who I know,
I could be.

I miss you,
Being your namesake sunshine,
Now I blend,
With the greyest skies,
And you just lie,

You just lie.

You tell me,
I need to breath,
As you watch,
My rib cage heave.

There's comfort,
In your clouded eyes,
But I ignore,
Your feeble cries,
It's pity lined,
With bitter lies.

You tell me,
I need to breath,
I hold my breath,
And watch you leave.

*you tell me,
I need to breath,
And suffocate,
My self belief.

The poet sits in lamplit gloom
alone in ebb and flow
how strange it seems to write of love
but never feel it's glow

A sigh, a lie, a broken heart,
a kiss on untouched skin
yet still this writers heart it sits
uncharted deep within.

The poet sits in lamplit gloom
and stares at paper bare,
then puts to it her broken heart
and leaves it bleeding there.

In a palace without windows
I was curled up
Facing the wall
Too hurt to speak.
He perched on the edge of the cot
Like a bird,
Ready to fly
At a moment's notice.
"May I..."
He started.
"May I read your palm?"
My heart smiled just a little
At the thought of our
Favorite childhood game.
Without my answering,
He took my right hand
In his.
Using his warm, strong hands,
He splayed out my long fingers
And traced the lines on my palm.
"That's strange,"
He said.
"What is it?" I asked.
"You have a lonely line."
And before I could ask
What he meant,
He showed me where it was.
He gently drew a line
From the base of my thumb,
Up my arm,
Across my collarbone
And let his finger linger just above
My heart.
"It must have grown a little
Every day you were gone,"
I whispered.
"Do you have one, too?"
His golden eyes smiled.
"As a matter of fact, I don't."
"What?"
I was disappointed.
"I don't have one,"
He said as he moved one hand
To the small of my back
And the other to my chin.
"Because it went away
As soon as I heard you sing
Tonight."
And he gave me his first kiss
And stole my heart
In that palace without windows.