You made a poet fall in love with you
And expected her not to write sonnets about your eyes
Haikus about the way you kissed her in the moonlight
Expected the fire in her heart not to inspire couplets
You made a poet fall in love with you, and when you left
Expected her not to write pages about the ache in her chest
Write a soliloquy dedicated to her tears
Expected her not to feel every gut wrenching moment of the pen hitting paper like your words hit her in the most vulnerable places of her mind.
You made a poet fall in love with you, and you expected her to be silent.
That is no fault of hers.

Lost
in your heart
You wonder
if anyone will want you.
You don't understand
the wrench
the stealing force
taking you
away.
Away.
Away from me.
It's not enough.
To want,
It's not enough.
No.
Because the twisted sheets
whisper a story
and the worn deep mattress
murmurs
the truth.
When sleep won't rob you
When desire won't heal you
When fun won't sidetrack you
When your mind can't stop going
back there
So don't you know that you matter?
No
You know, I don't say it, just to say it.
I say it because...
I love you.

We’re trapped
We were trying to find ourselves
And we did
But in each other
And then we crashed apart
Because the end of it was over.

The sadness has wrapped around my body.
Every night, it tries to strangle me.
My throat closes up,
Like I’ve swallowed my heart,
And the rain of my tears
Starts pouring.

I don’t know what to do from here
I don’t know where to go,
There’s so much to say
Yet so few words
And I want to just hold you,
But no.