he longs to hold her
to stroke her hair
as some measure of comfort
to walk with her
down by the water
and listen if she wishes to speak
or share the quiet if she doesn’t
he longs to be there
but feels so far away

sitting
sipping
earbuds plugged
watching people
conversing
movements
****** expressions
but no words
like a silent movie without dialog frames
song changes
i hear a ******
of the conversation
more interesting watching
without hearing
my mind can fill in the blanks that way
with anything i want
something intriguing
something that’s not mundane
something of worth
worthy of attention

when he sees her
he’ll take her hand in his
…home…
bringing the back of her hand to his chest
pressing it against his heart
then letting go
he’ll cup her face in his hands
bringing her lips to his
kissing her softly
so she remembers

you will emerge from this
like the butterfly from its cocoon
and when you flap your wings the waves will be felt
in the lakes upon the moon
sometimes we must endure to learn
and can’t expect the end too soon
but the day will come when your face will shine
like the sun overhead at noon

i’m known as the tortured one
despairing depressed destructive
hiding from the sun
they say that it’s my soul
empty formless void
preventing me from ever being whole

but I contend that it’s my mind
where the troubles have taken root
and as i follow the path step by step
it’s my soul that drives me on
ever renewed and forming the glue
to reunite my self as one

once so pale and lovely
you’ve charred yourself so needlessly
why are you doing this
what are you trying to achieve

your insistence upon beauty
is no more than fallacy
why are you doing this
who do you choose to believe

there’s no other could love you
quite the same
there’s no other who’d love you
just the same
just the same

it's no good
and it's no use
when my expressions of love
are perceived as abuse
of liberty
and the right to decline
but you don't understand
you can be only mine

you told me so
and reassured
that our time would come
and our future assured
now i see
that i was mislead
you killed what's inside
soon one will be dead

there's no path left to take
from this protracted anthesis
nothing left to break
only ill-fitting pieces
as i scrabble to gather them
i know it's no use
the adhesion is lost
and can't be reproduced