People’s concept of forever these days last about 3 weeks

Sometimes even a month

I’d believe someone who
Flat out says
‘Let’s just try to make it past 3 weeks...’
Instead of
‘I love you forever...’

So often at times we
Become preoccupied with
Self improvement
Self examination
Self awareness
Maintaining
What others think of us

That we forget that there
Are those willing
To run into battles with us
Spread warpaint
Across our faces
To hold us in our nightmares
But not to wake us
Cause they know we need it
To know
They’ll be there at
First light
Ready sword
Slaying the demons
Of our past
&
Those currently tormenting
Our present

She doesn’t know it but her best poetry is yet to come...
She knows it
Those lines will have magical colors...
And they won’t have me
Anywhere in them

I have writer’s block

Not in the sense that you
Think it means
Because I could write all day
About her virtues
Her beauty
Her eloquence
Her
&
Nothing but

Only
All the beautiful words
&
Phrases in the world
Put together
Couldn’t make her
HER
materialize in front of me

So I block it out
The only way a writer knows how

By writing it down

It’s a curse

My river was black
Before she swam in it
Drowning in me
Without asking to be saved

Now my waters have reached
The seas
As she courses
Through my veins

At 1st Glance of Her
I heard my father’s voice
From when I was a boy

Don't start a fire you don’t know how to put out

At 2nd Glance of Her
She pierced my heart & soul
With a forlorn smile
&
I knew my ship would
Go down in flames sometime
In the middle of the night

But I didn’t care

And if I wake tomorrow
Only to realize you were just
A dream

I’d want a potion
To make me sleep
Forever

...with you...

After the war was over
The only thing I discovered
About myself
Was that I loved
A Good Fight
Words
Fists
Love
Life
A Good Fight
Indeed