Oh to love you,
It was the idea of happiness, of warmth, of comfort
That drew me in like a moth to a flame,
But you, you are a vision,
And I love the idea of you.
And your pure perfection demands my gaze,
And my heart goes wild in its cage,
And your eyes arrest my soul,
Those eyes, I swear the entire universe is in them,
And time stops as I drink you in.
I tried to create a symphony in your honor,
But no timbre was rich enough, no sound was sweet,
And I was not worthy enough a composer,
So I let you exhale the song of your life,
And I just simply breathed it in.
But she has you captive,
And she is your religion,
And you are devout in your faith,
And to her I am a snake in the garden,
But when it comes to you, I am weak.
I offer you not fruit but wine
So that I may think of your lips with each taste,
And with each sip, I drink you with my eyes,
Oh have mercy fair Adonis,
As I imagine a sweet kiss upon thy lips.

I fell in love with 2 am
The silence...
The stars...
I fell
Truly...
Deeply...
Madly...
But I hated 2 am
The thoughts...
The memories...
I felt
Pain...
Hurt...
Grief...
But 2 am is
Constant...
Steady...
You
lie...
cheat...
vanish...

Silently, here I lie,
And peacefully, I now must die,
And my heart beats and strums
Like the sound of a thousand drums.
Be it his way, be it his will,
I will with all my heart love him still
Because joy waits on those streets of gold,
I miss them so much both young and old.
Here I will write my legacy
As your pour out an entire sea,
Please don't mourn, dear heart, rejoice,
Don't you hear the peace in my voice?
I am pleased with what I have done
And now I can see all my loved ones
Don't steel your heart dear for it will rust
As I turn back to ashes, as I go back to dust

He was the sole affliction, the disease of her mind at 2:48 am,
She sat frozen on her bed, plagued by the memory of him,
Her thoughts were assaulted by his face, and his hands, and his smile, and the way his eyes twinkled in the sunshine,
And she just knew that she was in love with him
But that boy--he shattered her heart.
He promised her the world, but he gave it entirely to another
So she drank and drank and drank until even her blood fermented.
The beautiful pictures that etched themselves into her mind were asphyxiated because of the nicotine in her lungs,
And the butterflies in her stomach were drowned because of the ***** in her veins.
Her soul went from alabaster to atramentous.
And her tongue cut like a razor when she spoke,
And the glaciers in her head looked into the souls of all she met.
A wall was built around a delicate, beating heart that was slowly turning into stone.
The heavens wept for the death of her beautiful spirit
Because after a while her eyes lacked luster and she started to smell of sin and formaldehyde,
And the bitterness in her head refused to allow her to take even the briefest glances in the direction of another.
So many offered her solitude, respite, love, a haven
But, she was a dove that morphed into a raven.

I would love to take an evening stroll with you,
Stopping by the harbor to share a kiss or two,
Watch the sun paint rosy streaks up in the sky,
Noticing the way that light catches in your eye.

I would love to sit on the stone and gaze up at the stars
And think in that moment of who and what we are
Though I know, for mine, your fingers have the perfect space
My longing is to lay my eyes upon your face

I would love to just be there by your side
Fending off the butterflies that in my stomach reside
Holding on to the comfort of our sychonized breaths
And you bearing your soul, letting me feel the depths

Her heart beats quickly, and it beats red wine.
His breathing slows, and he inhales her scent.
She drinks him in with her midnight eyes.
He hears her sigh from his gentle kiss.
     Her skin rises with chills, and she giggles.
His brow glistens with sweat, and he smiles.
She lets her slender fingers dance with his.
He lets his lips delicately touch her forehead.
      Her thoughts scatter to the far reaches of the universe.
His words scramble until he is a stuttering mess.
She hears the music in his rich, velvety laugh.
He sees the magic in her deep, mystic eyes.
     Her eyes scream her love for him to the stars.
His eyes proclaim his love for her to her soul.
She tries to speak, but no words form.
He tries to speak, but his voice cracks.
     Her world stops, and she goes in reverse.
His world stops, but he has to move forward.
She says—I miss you— with tears in her eyes.
He say—I love you—to the ghost of his wife.