We try and look for the words
to describe how hurt
the love
our hate
the rare happiness

we feel

but let's be honest
we'll never find it
you'll keep writing

Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.

The sky burned orange, like a fire
When the sun goes then comes the darkest hour

I want to hold you,
as a miner holds a diamond,
after years of chipping away at stone,
and left with nothing but
harrowing dreams
of futility.
I want them all to know,
that my efforts were not in vain.
Long passages of suffering,
years of agony,
none of it was wasted.
Because you hid there,
underneath all my ineffectual exertions.
You waited,
patiently,
denying all others,
longing to see if someone, anyone,
would work through sleepless nights
just to reach you.
Then, only then,
would your beauty be on display
for all to see.

But maybe all of this
is wishful thinking.
Maybe you would turn me away
like all the others.
At least you would be free to shine.

It's been so long that I nearly forgot
how it felt waiting here.
I could call it a break,
but truthfully it was more of a sentence.
Trapped behind the bars of my own mind.
I'm glad I was able to break free,
now I wonder what I will find.

Pinky-promises
Of forever love are my
Favorite night cap