I have nothing in my hands
But......
I love you
I have nothing
But you know I'll give nothing to you
Because I'll give you everything I have
Everything I have

I know......
It could never be enough
Because my touch is priceless
But it could never buy you food
And I don't expect you starve
Just because I love you

So let this cash exchange unfeeling hands
That you may eat
Let me be lonely
When not a soul
Can love you more
My hands.......

I have nothing in my hands

And you deserve the world I'll never hold

I'm stumbling through cobwebs of lines
Drowning in alphabet soup
I'm not writing
Just watching the words bleed out
I will die here
In the warm embrace
Of your inspiration
And no death more lovely
For you touched my heart
With delicate fire
And maddening grace
And a garden bloomed
That spread into forests
And mountains and oceans
And worlds and stars
And moons and suns
And grew and grew
And grew
Until it enveloped universe
After universe
After univere
Until all things of heaven and hell
And all the cosmos
Had your flowers
Growing and singing and dancing
Within them
Yes I will die here
Watching the words bleed out
From my heart
And I will die
With a mad smile stitched to my face
Your delicate hand
Holding the needle and thread
And I will drift to the ever after
Forever in love with
You

Memories formerly a pleasure to think about
Have become a sharp knife to carve my heart out
The thought of a look, a place, a moment in time
Serves only to recall what is no longer mine
Everywhere I look, and every thought I have
Reminds me of the lost happiness I had
Every morning when I open my eyes
Unwanted thoughts of my anguish arise
And I do my best to cast them aside
But it seems to me there’s nowhere to hide

it's nights like this, when we tangle
together like weeds in a seabed of lust
i beg for once, your eyes instead
of your mouth, would confess
how you felt for me.
your lips grow like ivy along the grey
mortar of my spine, your fingers write how
much they don't love me all over my body
and tiny birds take flight from my breath
to be together, is to be apart
when i am with you every word is a mistake,
we press our lips together
harder than we want to press
them against each others mouths
i keep tripping over apologies
and you just want someone who
is steady on their feet
i once knew a boy who told me
he wasn't an artist, but painted
the shores on my cheeks
when he spoke, even the trees leaned
in to hear his beautiful lies