More I write,
aboot her,
it might make her real.

I want to write a masterpiece,
that puts my ego and drive to peace,
I want to make something that gets the masses to stammer and quake,
feeling oot the true humanity and delivering nothing fake,
something to make them feel love and heartache,
to give them a rise,
by building them up with beautiful lies,
and tearing them down at their peak,
making their own head and heart something deep inside,
they have to seek,
but brick by brick I'll build them back up to my side,
they will feel consciousness spread across the great divide,
when I do this master work,
I'll give them each a piece of my soul to lend,
and then the poem will end.

Please don’t stare at me
If you look too long you will see
the growing cracks
the messy loose-ends
and failed constructions
of someone who used to be
hopeful

Can't help but sometimes wonder
Where it is that I'd be at
If I had turned to the right
Instead of to the left

If I had for that second
Took the time to hesitate
And the moment I was too meet you
I was running late

Would I now be here alone
If our lives they had not crossed
Would the memories I have of us
Be forever lost

What if I'd taken the elevator
Instead of that flight of stairs
Would we still have met somewhere down the line
Would you still be standing here

Can't help but sometimes wonder
If I would have ever had such love
If I had missed that opportunity
And there never had been us