Hands have a power,
unlike any other.
They can lend a hand,
Or hold people down.
Spend years to build cities,
Or press the button,
that destroys them.
They can touch and feel,
yet they can also strangle.
Our eyes give us two dimensions,
Hands give us the third.
But the real problem is,
That hands never hold enough hands.
Only because,
we are too busy,
holding them in fists.

It is what it is until it changes...

Like half written symphonies I wait for you.

I wait for you
like an empty house
so you come and build yourself
in me.

I wait for you
like the flowers wait for spring
to bring them
back to life.

I wait for you
like the rush of blood
my head needs
to feel alive.

I wait for you
like the warm earth
needs the kiss
of soft rain.

I wait for you
like the souls
that walk this earth
waiting for release.

I wait for you
like the heart
that needs a score
to play.

Like purity for
true love,
I wait for you.

I wait for you.

You're my:
A. Addiction
B. Best Friend
C. Comforter
D. Daydream
E. Equal
F. Family
G. Guy
H. Hero
I. Idiot
J. Joy
K. King
L. Lucky charm
M. Man
N. Number 1
O. Open Door
P. Prince
Q. Question
R. Role Model
S. Star
T. Tear
U. Uniting hand
V. Valentine
W. Winter Gift
X. The 'x' to my equation
Y. You
Z. Love Zone

Sometimes I believe that I am crazy.
Not crazy in love, or crazy smart.
But downright, medication provoking insanity.

Questioning myself, back and forth.
There are two of me.
She smiles and does what she is told.
I break out of my close entrapment and let her see the real world.

The world that has no answers,
the world that has such strict boundaries on what is "normal."
What is normal?

They say that I can still be like them.
They say that medication will take me away,
and leave her by herself.
She is the real crazy one: the complacent conformist.

And so she smiles and keeps our mouth closed.

She smiles while she's all warm and cozy, wrapped in her blanket in bed, listening to the rain
sigh
'It's raining...'
smiles and wraps herself tighter with the blanket
'Brings back all the memories I kept buried within...'
closes eyes and smiles brighter
'Well, times have changed but my memories are immortal. Both time and people are unpredictable, ever shifting but in my mind, in my memories... They are immortal. The person I once knew at a time that has long passed, are yet so vivid in the memories that are precious to me...'
rests head on pillow and listens to the rain become harsher yet more soothing to the soul
'I hold those people in my memories close to my heart... The ones long gone, the ones since changed, the ones I had loved.'
sigh*
'The rain brings back memories.'

I want write you a poem
to explain how I feel
I want to translate my thoughts into words
Because this is so surreal
but all I can do
is write this
to you

You’re not going to be a girl who’s in the same situation I am. You’re not going to be a girl who’s been single her whole life. You’re not going to be a girl who’s continually falling in love with someone who’s already taken. You’re not going to be a girl losing hope.

You’re going to be a girl who’s been in multiple relationships. A girl who may even be in a current relationship. You’re going to be a girl who’s grown from your past relationships. You’re going to be a girl who’s not looking for me.

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When we do meet, I’ll be the boy who’s always dreamed about having a relationship. I’ll be the boy who’s only experienced relationships through watching movies. I’ll be the boy wanting to hold you in my arms every chance that I get. I’ll be the boy who’s patiently waited for the opportunity to say the words “I love you.” I’ll be the boy who ends up being your last boyfriend.

Love,

Me