I imagine that if I could fall in love,
it would be with a woman that...

That if I could tell her all the thoughts I think,
I'd never be allowed to take another breath;
That if I could gaze into her eyes,
I'd never need to blink again;
That if I could find my way,
it would be into her open arms;
That if I could change anything in the world
it would be so that everyone can find their soulmate;
That if I could spend the rest of my life with her,
I'd die smiling alongside the true definition of happiness;
That if I could turn back time,
I'd set us on a collision course
with no peripheral vision;
That if I could tell her how I felt
I would tell her, "I love you"

I am losing the battle, losing the war,
Almost ready to give up the fight,
Accept that the only way I can
Be with you is in my dreams at night.

The storm rages on, never ends,
Rain pours from my tired eyes,
I fear this will last forever,
I will never again have blue skies.

Too weak to keep holding on,
I have had about as much as I can take,
How much longer until I am completely spent
And surrender to this savage heartache?

I wonder if you think of me
As I do of you,
I wonder if you miss me
I'm such a fool,
I wonder if you'd ever tell me
What I've put you through,

Soon I will be just a memory
Of someone you once knew,
As I fade away know that,
Once upon a time
I loved you ...
Did you ever love me too?

Anything can
look like a poem
and sound philosophical
simply by moving
the words on
different lines.

Am I doing it right?
Is this
really
talent?
Art?
Effort?

I think I am trying.
Really, I am
I go back and change the order
and I break lines
where it sounds right
But it does not take me long.
Not at all.

I try to be
intentional
and call it natural rhythm.
Instinct and style taking over
I alternate between
agonizing every detail
like When to Capitalize
and publishing free form poems without looking over them twice.

How is writing supposed to feel?
Should I labor?
or should it flow?
Or do I get to decide?

I think the things I talk of
mean something
at least.

But am I just
pretentious?

fooling myself into thinking that
using common poetry formats
somehow makes my work worthwhile?

People are bound to change.
Friends do tend to leave.
Lovers will come and go.
Family may betray you.
Pain will surely come.
Things will go wrong.
But life goes on.

i need you
my heart beats for you
every second i fall for you again
and again
and again
and again
i never stop falling for you

you mean so much to me
you mean the world to me
be mine
please
just be mine

i get butterflies when i see you
or hear your voice
or even your name
i get shivers down my spine from the thought of you
the good kind of shivers

i want to see you everyday
i want to be with you all the time
and after spending hours with you
the second you go
i miss you

youre the reason im up all night
and the reason i get up in the morning
i need you in my life

so please
whatever you do
just don't go

please.