Some people
Just aren't worth a poem,
Or a thought.

I have this fantasy
That one day you will strip away
All your fears,
All you facades,
All your faces,
And just let me see your soul.

I want to palm your heart,
The way you clutch mine so tight,
And feel it beat,
One, two, five...
Skipping three and four.

Finally,
I want to erase all the scars that run across you,
Old markings and tales,
Railroad tracks leading to burnt out bonfires,
Almost forgotten,
But always reminding you that they are there.

But really,
Above all,
Is that I just want you to be
happy.

**Even if I'm not.

I tried giving you
All the dreams you would ever want,
All the stars in the sky,
Spinning story after story
With each constellation.
But it was never enough.

You left the beautiful storyland I made for you
For the horrors of reality.

I hope you survive,
Meanwhile I'll always be stuck here
By myself,
In dreams.