I keep looking for someone
who sees the world how I do.
Swirling metaphors
and striking colors,
Sunsets and beauty
and tragedy....

But perhaps I need
a facts and figures
Logical kind of person,
To pull my head out of the clouds.

A little over a week away from Christmas and it's seventy degrees in Philadelphia

In this household, the Christmas tree has no plans on going up this year and presents aren't in my near future

This is a summary of 2015

It's Thursday
If it were Wednesday
It would be the same
again, you are not here
So,
     I think to call someone else
and have regrettable ***
and forget you for a night
but I don't
I'm tired of it
I'll be alone
So,
I think I'll sit by myself
drink
    and talk to the gods
they don't exist
but they are nearer than you

Please
Leave me
Alone
I do not care
To see your
Face
Or hear your
Voice

i'm pathetic.
really pathetic

i'm alone
really alone

i'm dead
really dead.

i'm no longer a human
i'm really a shell.

Deep Crimson cheek
Face burned heat

Flushed

You blush

All because he said hi
And, oh my
How you've fallen hard
He's the best thing you think about, by far

Night by night you wish
One amazing kiss
                From those lips
                             To be his

He is perfection
Your sweet confection
Of a man

Whose hands
You wish to have all over your body



"Why me?"