I watch hours
tick on by
and it's been
months
since
I last did cry
Oh,
where did you
go
where did you
go
when I needed you
so

My heart is
shattered
broken into
millions
of tiny
scattered
pieces

And there is nothing
either one of us can do
to repair
this ache
except the
truth.

All that I wanted
was
to
love
you.

And suddenly
She awoke.

Her world
set ablaze.

To be young

 I wake
in the morning sun

Sleepy
but
alive

His hand
resting
on my
rising
chest.

And it is
so easy.

To forget
how this feels

To be young
and in love
with someone
so beautiful.

Like the first day of Spring.
The flowers blossoming with a crisp
sense of being.
Small crystals of dew
falling urgently
to the moistened ground
As the morning turns
to noon

He is the warmth
in my small
but beating heart.

And he knows it.

He is the first fire
of summer.
Set ablaze with passion,
consuming the death of yesterday
so I could look onto
a lively tomorrow.

To be young
and in love
with someone
so beautiful.

The sun rests her head
as the moon takes flight.
And the stars
dance for all the world
to watch and adore.

My heart sings
with joy
a sweet melody
that rocks him
into a deep sleep.

It is him
my heart yearns
to keep.

Creature

The sky 

is falling down on us

As Spring 

fades

into a blistering 

Summer.

Each day

longer 

than 

the 

last.

But he is leaving 

much too soon.

My heart transcends 

into the madness.

-I give up my soul

to the all knowing

Universe.

Who am I 

but a creature

of habit?

His presence surrounds me

as pure as 

the day we first met.

That is all I have 

to hold on to.  

They say I am among the lucky ones.

So why then

must I fear the unknown? 

I wish I could tell you the fear in my heart.

The memories
flooding into my vision
with the force of a waterfall

Hollow
heart
beating
on
hallowed
ground.

The days
grow
longer.

Spinning

in circles

like I'm lost

and this world

is far too much

to handle.

But how do I tell him

that I need him?

That I am drowning slowly

and need a hand to save me.

How do I tell you?

That each breath

feels like my last.

I am all choked up on

each and every goodbye

Because some days I wish

I had the courage to mean it.  

To let it go.