Saying words just to hear them out loud
Convince yourself you're free
you've moved on
it's in the past
you are happy with who you are
but you hold onto the things they said
you crave attachment
fear commitment
you grew branches when they touched your skin
and shaved them off
to fuel a fire of self-doubt
It's over
it will never be the same
yet you re-read the words
hoping you will travel back in your dreams
re-living the same hours every night
Maybe you can re-create the chills on your neck
and take back the part of you you gave away
Plan for the past
Change the things you said
wishing it never happened
and wanting it to happen again
Say the words out loud.
Convince yourself you're free, you've moved on, it's in the past.

I hope he goes to bed tonight,
knowing that he's loved*
more than anything.

I feel fingertips vibrating
playing the notes of excitement
like flesh covered tuning forks
recently struck.

They quiver and resonate
boundless potential
humming to find the right note.

Within their quaking grasp
not quite out of reach
yet just far enough to risk falling
into a ravine of uncertainty if stretched too far.

Aching bones and coiled tendons
dreaming of grasping
that which whispers at longing reach.

Clench tightly and hold strong
let that quivering palm be your tell.

Your world and your calling,
are ready for you.
Trust your knowing hands
just let your heart swell.

I need you to know the severity of the first three words of this sentence and how the last of the three represent my felicity.

I am captivated
by your existence
So humbled by the thought
I'd probably exchange
all my better days
Just to spend my worst
few minutes with you
~ ~~~~ ~~~
I dreamt of basking
unclothed in a garden
Listening to snakes
Eating forbidden fruit
reluctantly giving in
to my thirst
wait
I hear a voice
~ ~~~~ ~~~
In your presence
I am speechless
A humiliating truth
I rest for hope  
but truth be told
I'm sick of dreams
Help me speak you
into existence   
So we could Ioan
each other hugs
And hershey kisses.
~ ~~~~ ~~~

The first time you sent me a text saying,
"I love you"
I set it as my background.
But it's funny how our 'love',
Is now in the background.

'I know hope' knows hope
from understanding
no hope at all

You can't just write a poem,
With no meaning behind its lines.
It can be about your happiness,
Or what goes on during your troubled times.

I personally can't write about a tree,
Without there being a story.
Such as me climbing up one,
Or an animal that lives in the tree.

A poem is nothing without morales,
And that is how it is.
There always must be meaning,
And I don't mean this as a dis.

Though your words may be wonderful,
Welcome indeed..
They are made much more meaningful
When matched in deed.