She danced in the downpour
Her feet enthused, but eyes were sore
Her head spinning with thoughts galore
Blood rushing away from her core
Trying to erase thoughts that tore
Only to fill up the mind with more

In an attempt of distraction, aloud she sang
And swayed, tapped, increased tempo, whoosh whoosh, bang bang
A swing of hand...crackle...clink, clang clang
A gasp, pause, and an "oh dang!"

Picking pieces, knowing they won't amend
She realized, it was wasting time trying to mend
So instead, she chose to fix what she can tend
In the face of fate, determined, not to bend

The glass nothings she'd picked, threw back the little lot
"For some things can't be fixed", she thought
"And some things can", she fought
And just like that, she found courage, previously unsought
Scattered pieces, gathered thoughts

Alone. Still with you.

I retire alone on the bed that could be yours too
Yet, not alone, I feel, as your thoughts sit up and watch me sleep
I wake up to an emptiness brimming with emotions
That you've left me with, to keep me company
I sit by the window, hapless, tired, in tears
For those memories barge into my space
I sprint down a pathway, smiling like an idiot
As many more memories surface
Sometimes I catch myself humming tunes
To songs I never knew of, before you
Sometimes I notice my habits
That have changed, under the influence of you
Voice notes have filled my music library
Sped up heart beats, my empty spaces
New revelations, my mind, light crimson, my cheeks
You've opened doors to a room I didn't know existed
You've taught me things I'd have to unlearn
And relearn what you made me forget
If you're not coming back
If I have to keep walking without you.
But no, I'm not complaining
I thank you, my love
For you've left me with so much
So much yearning, for you...

The wink of the moon is a forgiving description,
The locks of your hair, brittle and worn,
Every tomb you forebear has a decaying inscription,
Your empty touch can drive even the most stoic to mourn.

Unconsidered by nature, but naturally torn,
The weight you must bear is never applied,
Vengeful at your mention, and your destruction they've sworn,
With the strength of cyanide, but your effects shall never subside.

You keep your fair distance,
Through your eyes you see no favorite,
Sickness plagues all at your mere insistence,
You're a people watcher, a natural behaviorist.

I can't avoid or dismiss you my love,
But Death, my fair maiden, there's not an hour you go undreamed of.

Think of it all,
Let it plague you.
Embrace every feeling,
It's poisonous too.
But it's addicting,
I can't get enough.
Give me more, more...
Such a foul taste.

I'm hooked forever,
There's no escape.
An unwelcome guest,
Yet I still make their bed.
More increased the yearning,
It's stuck in my head.
I've succumbed for years,
Wallowing in this rut.

Shimmers molten road
Still air squats, beads, on my brow
Summer road trip woes.

Seat turns to quick sand
Thighs stuck fast can move no more
Summer road trip woes.

Each breath sighs, heavy
Vapoured water chokes the air
Summer road trip woes.

No soul seen for miles
Gauge collapses on empty
Woeful road trip end.

the idea that waiting
can bring you things you know
and never knew you needed
makes me realize
that there is hope in waiting.

i guess
that's why
we live for so long
and so short a time:
because we're waiting
and have waited
for all the best things
the world can conjure.