ConfusionThe fact you were my friend,Is complicated now.I wish I could stop caring,But I don't know how.The fact you were my friend,Was special since I won'tLet a lot of people close to me.Now you're the reason why I don't.The fact you were my friend,means you're not anymore.Though I don't know how to turn awayAnd leave this time, no more.The fact you were my friend,Doesn't mean you'll always be.Sure, I'll never hate on you,But you don't know how I bleed.
Silence in an Empty BedAll parts of my soul are unbraided;I yearn for you.In the softness of the evening,by the stillness in the snowfall,I hear your breathingin an empty bed.It's as if these fingerstwisted in my hair are yours,though my own hand lies there,tangled.I myself am knotted up in you,your absence,these whispering sheetsyour voice when I'm alone.I close my eyesto the darkness of the room,imagining your scent on my pillow,your lips on my shoulder,how we would lay hip to hip.I await the morningswhen you hiss at the cold of the floor on your feet,eyes half open;where we glow over breakfastand speak in glances that drown outthe eight o'clock radio--for we live in these moments whenour gazes turn the world the other way.I won't live until you return.
Glimpsing MorningLittle bluebird preensperched on the garden fence,morning dewclinging to clenched talons.Tomorrow,those featherswill be strewnacross my lawn--little bluebird beakbroken,singing no more.
stereoscopicsdeathis but a microcosm,a cheap cinematicillusion ofdepth.it is not adichotomy, not asolid black outlinelike those incartoons.not everyonesteps like askipping stonedirectly into its arms.some murmurabout its edge for years;some never escapeits grasp.
For the Man Who One Day Holds My HeartI want to be your Summer girl,peaches, sunshine,and August thunder.I want to be the Autumn hearted,colorful and always falling,vibrant.And I could be your Winter bride,clean and innocent,blushing on the snow,while my spirit smelled of Spring,smiling with the lilacs,every kiss a crocus.We'd be more than seasonal lovers,but steadfast as the years andever-dancing with the Earth.