AM - Hello Poetry

AM Feb 2014

bruises

I savor the bruises
left by your prominent hip bones
(one on the inside of each thigh)
as well as those that run
along the base of my spine.
Their tenderness is my totem--
the only way I can be sure
you weren't just a dream.

AM Feb 2014

disarray

covered in filth
but unable
to become clean
for fear of washing away
what
was
and may never be
                                again

insatiably hungry
but unable to
fill the rumbling
void
with anything but
                              you

tired
(emotionally, physically
exhausted)
but unable to sleep
for fear of missing a
second of
us
before we
reach our
                        inevitable
end

AM Feb 2014

discovered feelings

You are a temporary high
And oh, how hard I fall

When I'm not with you I feel as if
A part of me has been ripped away,
and I'm left only with my sorrowful soul
And my thoughts of you.

I never got what all the love songs meant
        You complete me
        I've never loved someone like you
        My heart yearns for you
        My being aches for you
        I want to hold you always
Until you showed me in your gentle way

My mind is so filled with thoughts of you I can't focus on anything else.
Even this poem is sporadic.
As my thoughts spill onto this virtual page they drip with my yearning for you.
You're all I ever want and it's miserable not having you with me always

All these words and more I want to whisper softly in your ear
As I stroke your cheek and feel your soft hair between my fingers,
But you're broken,
And you have become so jumbled
That I must restrain myself from telling you
I love you and asking you
To never leave

AM Feb 2014

pre-love

My mind is so clouded
by thoughts of you
You've left no room
for rationality

AM Jan 2014

never happened

I shouldn't have fooled myself,
Thinking you meant it.
When you said you couldn't stand her,
And when you confessed how comfortable you felt with me.
For I saw the sorrow of lost love flash through your eyes,
When you assured me you certainly were no longer in it.
Now your hand has returned to the clutch of hers
As something in me knew it would.

It still hurt, though
As I passed by the two of you today
And my eyes landed on first your face
(A welcome sight)
Then your fingers intertwined with hers

Maybe it hurt because, as my eyes followed you,
Your gaze did not once fall upon me,
It was locked on her.
And in that moment I knew
That as I sit here unable to go a single day without your image haunting me,
To you
it's like
we never
happened.

AM Jan 2014

rain

the soft pitter patter
of the rain fell
against her ears
breaking the silence softly
as it warned the birds to
fly to shelter
and the people to
run for cover
but she stayed as the soft
pitter patter
turned into a roar
and she let the rain take
her

AM Jan 2014

fall

she climbed rooftops
and bridges
to feel something

maybe part of
her hoped she would
fall