He told me, "Sometimes,
love isn't enough." Well yeah,
if you're a man-*****.

Voices carry more weight
         than the feathers and wings of cherubs.

They pierce deeper
         than the arrows of cupid.

They crush more readily
         than the hammer of Thor.

And yet you still speak
         such hard words from such soft lips.

And undo me with a smile.

I have this hot pink heart with lace taped to the edges,
and these deep, deep truths that I suspect might be lies;
I have this system for secrets and, though softly imperfect,
I do have a pair of magnificent thighs.
I have this floodplain soul that's a place for the thirsty
and *****, but sometimes it's still not enough.
I cradle my faults like things that need saving, and
sometimes I burn with shame just like with love.
I have this leaf in my hair that I picked up while walking;
it was pretty, that early, still covered in frost.
It's not much, what I have, but it's more than I came with.
I'm counting my blessings since you counted your loss.

I left before I could blow it.

Bright light, moonlight, whatever,
it doesn't matter, the setting is irrelevant,
the fact is,
I've noticed you before the grave.

I left before they could know it.

Call me whatever you like, whatever,
it doesn't matter, the semantics are irrelevant,
the fact is,
we made it all up anyways.

My dear, I left poetry to the poets.

I was just a boy then
With a ketchup stained shirt
Had a mess of brown hair
Fingernails covered up dirt

I was just a boy then
When I would stare at the sky
And forget about schoolwork
Which compelled me to lie.

I was just a boy then
Fruit snacks in hand
Sat down to watch news
Just myself and old man

I was just a boy then
When toy soldiers were shipped
So I'd ask my dad why
Son that's just how life is

I was just a boy then
Could not fully understand
Why fighting and war
Made you more of a Man

But now I'm full grown
And still strain to see
How tears of a child
Could make anyone free.

And you screamed at me
one-thousand times
you were a lost cause.
I tore for victory
only to find the concrete
causes lost
with wings renewed tar free.