If you let me,
I would kiss you like
we were airport lovers.
The right people who
met at the wrong time.
Because I know you will
constantly be taking flight,
while I stay so heavily grounded
to this place.

I am 16
And I have found love in a
boy who is 5 years older than me.
He tells me he loves me and I
lose myself in him.
He breaks my heart, twice.
We still keep in touch.

I am 20
I have found love in a girl
with curly blonde hair and eyes
like the sea. She holds my hand
and sings to me, kisses my forehead.
We haven't spoken in a year.

I am 21
I think I have found love.
He doesn't acknowledge what we
are in public and he thinks insulting
me is funny. He kisses me like he loves me
though, so I tell myself it's enough.
He moved miles away; I think he was
just as lonely as I was.

I am 22*
She's the one. Her hair is never
the same color and sometimes
she laughs too loud. She has scars
that she regrets, but she's doing
everything she can to keep going.
She is me, and I am in love.

My heart continues to beat for the  seconds,
With all the  scars  it has
It continues to  love  
Because that's all it knows


                      ♥

Beautiful eyes watch me
Her head on the pillow
Giving a delightful smile
Now my heart beats faster
She leans up to my kiss

No matter how the day was
No matter how grey the sky
Even if the rain did come
She takes it all away
With a touch of magic

She will light up that spark
Igniting the passion in my soul
Troubles flowing out the door
Her arms wrapped around me
I am ready to face the world

She will never let me fall
Always shall she catch me
Knowing how to cure this man
She has the right remedy
With a touch of magic

in the dim reaches
of the clouded night

at the time when the
old grandfather clock
has reached it's peak
and begins the downhill
run into another day

i sit in the summer heat
still, stullifying and steaming
with a bottle of *****
straight from the freezer

in the gloom i read the memories of the kitchen
table scuffs and scars
and pour a glass of
clear *****.....

take  a sip....and let
the russian coldness
flirt with my tongue
dance with my throat
and bellyflop...
                     into my stomach

out to see lightning strikes
a jagged rip in the sky
and i turn...and see
the two cats....
watching me ....drinking
*****....at one am...