Am I worth loving?
I'd like to think so
Yet the question that seems so simple for my heart to know
Is am I worth loving?
The question does ensue
And I can't help but wonder every time words come from you
But no answer comes from heaven or Earth
Not one constellation can say
Silence is not solace in my utter disarray
And yet I am here and waiting and you are simply there
And I know you are not one who takes joy in my despair
So tell me am I worth loving?
Every complication
Every clogged pore and stuttering word
Would it pass initiation?
For I am flawed beyond comprehension
Beyond you're imagination
And compared to your track record, I'm the lesser if God's creations
Realize this and tell me That I am worth your time
My romanticism and promise only lying in my rhymes
And the questions remained unanswered for a lover that's been left
And underlying's a heart that's dying and a mind which starts to regret
That I even asked the question of whether love can ever be mine
Because I'm the Hallmark writer who receives not one single valentine
And so I look to you and ask again and again
Is this poet worth loving or does love lie only in his end

We smile at each other
and I lean back against the wicker couch.
How does it feel to be dead? I say.
You touch my knees with your blue fingers.
And when you open your mouth,
a ball of yellow light falls to the floor
and burns a hole through it.
Don't tell me, I say. I don't want to hear.
Did you ever, you start,
wear a certain kind of dress
and just by accident,
so inconsequential you barely notice it,
your fingers graze that dress
and you hear the sound of a knife cutting paper,
you see it too
and you realize how that image
is simply the extension of another image,
that your own life
is a chain of words
that one day will snap.
Words, you say, young girls in a circle, holding hands,
and beginning to rise heavenward
in their confirmation dresses,
like white helium balloons,
the wreathes of flowers on their heads spinning,
and above all that,
that's where I'm floating,
and that's what it's like
only ten times clearer,
ten times more horrible.
Could anyone alive survive it?

He is in love with questions
And the lilting world of words,
With the fabric of philosophy
And the taste of fresh ideas.

He is in love with the smell of green
And the shifting sands of dreams,
With the hunt for profound moments
And the hunger-lust for purpose.

He is in love with his books
And the zodiacs cross the planet,
With patterns of chain reactions
And the way we cog and gear.

He is in love with pools of stardust
And fanciful notions of theory,
With darkness, deep and coveted
And the fabric it is made from.

He is in love with one who left
And the poisoned past he bathes in,
With being perpetually lonesome
And floating twixt life’s sabulous banks.

He is in love with memories, and the universe,
And nobody else.

With my choking heart, I’m grasping at dust,
And I am in love with him.

I'm sick
and tired
                                                                ­                of patiently waiting
                                                                ­                for you to knock on my door.
I'll leave it open
                                                                ­                just for you.
Knock  Knock

Who's Th-              
                                               ­                                 ...come in.

I, with every ounce of who I am, need you...
               I need you to complete my sentence, my day and me -
     You are always following my thoughts,
                    Knocking on my every conceived notion to be let in -
                                                               ­                                                                 ­     Please, come in...
                 
I, fiercely want every morsel of you -
                       I want you beneath me, on top of me, in front of me,
But...        more than anything...                
                                         I want you beside me...
               Walking with me through this haze of a life together -
                                                          Figur­ing the world out as one,
                         Living a great adventure and setting the world ablaze...
                                                       ­                  All it will take is one word -
                                                               ­         

                                                               ­            Yes.

I love you,
Three words I believe will always be a lie.
I love you,
Three words I can no longer utter.
I love you,
Three words I fear more then death.
I love you,
Three words I'm terrified to hear again.
I love you,
Three words I'm scared to ever feel for you.
I love you,
Three words you tell me to believe in.
I love you,
Three words you have so much hope in.
I love you,
Three words I'm hoping you show me the meaning to.
I love you,
Three words I'm hoping could be true with you.
I love you,
Three words I start to believe in again.
I love you,
Three words that when spoken by you could mean so much.
I love you,
Three simple little words that I'm hoping last when it comes to you.

I see you trapped,
Among insanity,
Among bad decisions.
Among regret.

I know that I can't help you,
But more than anything,
I know that I will be there.
I know that this is only the beginning.

There is long journey ahead,
And I will be there every step,
No matter what.
Because I love you.

I know this now.
After everything,
I realize life is too short,
To leave words unsaid.

I want to tell you I love you.
I want to tell you I'll never leave your side.
That I've broken down too many times to count,
Because you jeopardized your life.

I want you here.
I want to bust you out,
Of the imprisonment,
Of your own thoughts.

I want to fix you.
I want to make you realize,
How dear your life is,
To all of these people.

These unsaid words,
Burn on the tip of my tongue.
They sting in the air in front of me.
They burn along with the tequila.

I wish I could tell you now,
But it must wait.

...Again.