he who sheds the first tears
cared the most
she who feels no remorse
may as well be a ghost
two wrongs,
two broken hearts
I blame them both
a lustful love affair
unequally yoked.

the eyes tell the story,
that nobody wants to tell.

smiles lie,
the truth they hide well.

the eyes never go empty,
there is no dry spell.

smiles never pass tests,
they always fail.

Loving you is wrong
So I won't tell you I do
But I will sing
You this love song.

Loving you
Would make my life better
But I can't do it,
So I'll cry you this wet letter.

Loving you
Is not right,
So I will love you through each poem
I desperately write.

I write poetry about people
For whom I've become obsessed.

Only to obsess about poetry
Now, I have no rest.

when the poetry stops
so does my life clock

when poetry ends
thats where death begins

poetry is my purpose
I do believe...

when I'm gone,
poetic gifts of love I'll leave.

I desire a love so deep that
even cupid becomes jealous!

Love can only exists in those
whose hearts have space.

you see, I was born empty
so love can reside in me.

but I have a hole and it always spills
so only for a second can I feel.