Incessant thought.
Crowded, cold.
Inevitable but true.

Searching for,
looking, or
Tore because of you.

Raining worries
fly amongst
the fairies filled with lies.

Gaining ground,
Silent sound.
Your smile begs a rise.

The spoken word,
the needed truth,
succumbs to selfish ways.

Blindfolded will,
despite the thrill,
subconsciously count the days.

Insanity prevails.
Decisions like whales.
Slow, and not precise.

Let them eat cake,
laughter they bake,
I don't care for a slice.

Despite all the thought,
optimistic intentions,
I still color my heartstrings blue.

Confused by this feeling,
******* drug dealing.
Inevitable, but true.

The waves are like dominos and metronomes.
Your fear plays the tide, and I, the sand.
Tortured simultaneously by blundering blows.
Torn and composed from hard to crisp to soft.
Laying there.
Taking it.
You glide across, pulling back with your constant motion.
Knowing you could drown me,
Collapse my core,
Enthrone my solidity and override it.
Still,
You draw back.
Over again, and I know you can cover me.
Weaken me.
Shatter my grain.
But we are one.
We are what everyone knows us as.
We coincide, collide,
Divide.
The foolish sand and her molder.

Lend me your smile,
stay here awhile,
don't ever defile
this embrace.

Capture my kiss,
The world is amiss,
Sunsets of missing
your face.

Beauty inside,
your laughter a ride,
hands coincide,
Possessive, and rough.

Awestruck, but scared,
Pricked, but repaired
The needle, she cared
I wasn't enough.

Sick with stronghold,
a promise so bold
someday, we'd grow old,
without interruption.

The voice in my ear,
no words, no tears,
your fragrance--not here,
her final consumption.

Time wanderer,
Life ponders,
Love fonder
but lost.

Since your goodbye,
no alibi,
plagued by
mental holocaust.

There is so much of you,
so little of me.
Feeling quite encumbered.
Your touch envelops my senses.
Eyes of fire, ignited.
I might be somewhere flying,
when your wings lie still--displaced.

Confusions of sudden fervor.
Listening, waiting, informing.
Nevers happen when cement dries.
Abrasions don't wash away.

I'm climbing up the traces.
The world's parade of faces.
Searching, never finding hope.
So much of you,
so little of me.

Liquid memories
seeping.

Your voice, your smile,
weeping.

Thoughts like movies,
creeping.

Pains of heartache,
leaping.

Vanished, breathless,
unsleeping.

Reaper's hands--greedy,
keeping.