So let me ask you then
how many nights I have spent lying on my kitchen floor like this
praying to a piece of paper that I find a way to make this all come out right?
And while I'm lying there have you tasted
the emptiness that settles on my lips as I count the stars on my fingertips
begging a soul I don't recognize any more to come and carry me?
Have you ever tried to hold something that heavy?
You don't make it far before you're dragging your feet
around a promise nobody had to make, but was clear

It was clear that you loved me more than I
always knew you did.

So let me ask you then
how I spend the time I don't have on fixations like that
hallucinating that I see your feet by my door or your name on my telephone?
And while I'm smudging my eyes from the minute reminder
that I waited longer than me and the god that holds me now knew I should have
I turn to the clock that haunts me.
Have you ever tried to feel how long that is?
You don't realize it until you're twenty-five staring the same blue-eyed problem in the face,
that grew from the memory you have of him as a kid you tossed through,
and you're wondering how you managed to scrape through with the amount of dignity
you gaze at in the reflection of the mirror.

I know that you love me more than I
always knew you did.

So let me ask you then
how come we aren't better than this?
How come it's 12:28 in the morning and I'm waiting on a call I'm never going to get?
How come we bank through changes with a common hand in hand,
but we can't make it through to see the sunrise?
How come we aren't better than a vulnerable night, a couple drinks, a wish
between the sheets of a bed with no destination that somehow
we'd wind up back in the fragmented places we've been?

How come we always want more, but we can't have it now?

How come you won't have me now?

When I know that you love me more than I
always knew you did.

And I pushed them all away,
So they wouldn't see my face,
While I cried.
Because words they had to say,
Have just gotten in the way,
So I'm 'fine.'

Hi people!
This isn't a poem, it's actually just a message that I wanted to post to ask a favor of a few of you. This website has provided a place for me to voice my opinion, organize my thoughts, and has given me listeners for my two-in-the-morning rants. All of you guys are great and I'm so happy that I decided to join. Anyways.... For my language arts class, we are doing a project about poetry where we have to find, as well as write poetry. I wanted to include writing from here because I feel like you guys are real people who I can communicate with and more importantly, relate to. Please comment if you would be okay with me including your poetry in my project. Also, another piece to the project must include a bio of the writer, so if I do use one of yours, I'm going to need a short little paragraph about you, doesn't have to be too detailed, just what you do, what you enjoy ect. So yeah... that's it. Hope to hear back from you!

Thanks so much,
AMT

I find it funny, how we all try to find perfection in love , when the love that we find is usually the most flawed.

But I guess thats what makes it beautiful.

I guess thats what makes love so **human

I hate it when thoughts of you keep me up at night

I hate it how your laugh-stained smile leaves an unforgettable imprint in my mind

And I hate I'm always scared, and I hate how I can't speak

I hate how you leave me breathless

So, I was thinking.... want to fall in love with me?

I know that one day all we'll ever be is a collection of mismatched, unedited moments....
And I'm fine with that.








I think.