I wanted to be his peace.
And even if he finds it somewhere else,
I’m proud that I tried to give it with my whole heart.

You bloom
between galaxies,
a whisper in the dark
where stars go quiet.

I’ve touched you
in the petal’s curl,
in pollen floating
through forgotten light.

You were a flower
growing from meteor stone,
a garden hidden
in the hush of moons.

Each orbit,
I return.
Each bloom,
you wait.

It’s been a long time
Since I really saw you
Saw deeply into you

We pass like two ships
Barely seeing the other
Barely touching the other

It’s been a long time
Since I felt you close to me
Felt your spirit
I’ve missed you
All that you are to me
I’ve missed you
Where did you go?

It’s been a long time
Since I really saw you

The worm escapes the bake
and ends up on the plate
anyway.
A morning scent and arms
raises above and yawns
and pretends
its just another day,
but we are so close
to being evicted.
Pretension
isn't
my
vocabulary,
unless I'm trolling you.
Your so called brain poetry
has no heart attached,
as its as black as tar oil.

Life is a musical instrument
   to play well it has to be tuned

I am a key, broken,
with no lock that fits me.

I lay at night with no one to hold.
I am missing that one touch.
Am I just too much—
too much, too little, too broken?

I am a broken key,
with no lock that fits me.

I lay at night, all alone.
I have so much love in my life,
but I miss that one vital part—
that element, that touch.

I feel so broken, so lost.
Am I so unlovable
that no one wants me?
Many loves,
but I am not
anyone’s special one.

I am a broken key,
with no lock that fits me.