Poems

 I wish you the best. I used to wish you'd be dead. But now I love you Hopefully your head doesn't feel like lead Hopefully you have friends with you I hope you have people you care I hope you aren't as low as I am And I hope you have someone there. I look forward eagerly Because I believe in you  I don't quite trust myself but I think I'll be happier in your shoes.

 I'm here, sitting alone and crying,  Wondering what went wrong. I'm here, thinking and thinking,  How much I miss her tone. It was beautiful, like music to my ears. When I'm writing this, my eyes full of tears. The rain keeps going, and the thunder too, Making me remember, the times that were fun, and bad too. I miss her so much it hurts,  Give me another chance, so you can be my moon.  I don't need them hundreds like Jupiter, lost in a distant, bright sea, I just need the gravity of your small moon, to set the tides inside of me. A single light, close enough to guide the dark path beneath my feet, Not a star that burns and then is gone, but a constant, faithful, gentle heat. I want you as my moon,  Please. Come back to me soon.

The rain stopped. It was quiet now. Then I heard the click of the door downstairs, somehow. A sound I thought I'd never hear again. I got up fast, hoping it wasn't just my head. And standing there, wet from the roof above, Was the soft light of the one I love. You didn't talk. Your eyes said everything true, The gentle sadness I knew so well in you. You walked across the room, past the chair where I cried, And stood right next to me, at my side. "I felt you pulling me back," you said, your voice very low, The music I'd missed for so long, you let it flow. You reached out, your hand slow and unsure, The only touch my wild heart could endure. My world was messy, spinning without a plan, Until I looked for your small, steady hand. You smiled then, a soft, small curve, The bright beacon that my life will always deserve. And then came peace, a constant, gentle heat, A light to fix the cold and make us complete. The dark road ended, guided by your face, We fell toge...

The night is long, the silence deep, A solemn promise I couldn't keep. I trace the rim of an empty cup, Wishing the memories would finally stop. They flood the room like a swollen river, A bitter taste that only makes me shiver. I search the clouds where you used to hide, A perfect circle that stood by my side. But the sky is black, a void of space, And all I see now is a vacant place. My small, sweet gravity, where has it gone? Leaving my soul untethered till the cold, harsh dawn. The tides within me have turned to storm, No gentle pull to keep me warm. My world spins wild, without a center true, All because I lost the light that was you. I was a fool to ever think I could roam, When your single beacon was my only home. I whisper your name into the pouring rain, A fragile plea to ease this aching pain. If you could just return, a glimmer, a curve, To mend the orbit of this love I preserve. I need that faithful, gentle, constant heat, To make my broken, lonely life complete. Be my ...

The darkness sprinkles, the dawn shall come, My eyes may falter, lies come undone. Like the candle who truly only loses, I shall never fall, Depth of your darkness, before I know it all. Like a sparrow in a cage, I yearn for your love, But you won't falter — don’t you notice me at all? I burn for your love just to watch you let me seep, White bloody tears, reckless of my greed, Greed for your love, greed for your need. Let the dawn drown, let the heavens weep, For the love I held was never mine to keep. If I must die, let it be in your name — A candle consumed by its own little flame.

angels don't feel they don't cry they don't want— wanting is a sin to be your guardian is to lose her identity inside the cage of her ribs lies the bird of what she once was crying to be let out envious of the children she holds close to her chest watching as they cling to the bars outside its cell she gives them wings from the bird's feathers made of light— she glows in their darkness and then, with a smile on her face she watches them fly an angel does not wonder how many feathers are worth the pluck she gives until there is no more then she waits for new feathers to grow