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Sometimes I get so scared I can’t

breath.

It’s like I can’t think at all

otherwise I’ll collapse.

Your pain is my

pain. 

I feel every scratch into your skin

I feel every tear that you are afraid to shed. 

When you shut yourself away, Read more »

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Never again

feels, well, like nothing at all.

Like staring into the empty space,

because it’s empty without you holding open the 

void you are leaving

and everything has collapsed, but I’m stuck

in the moment before

Never again 

is sitting here and feeling empty

empty empty empty Read more »

I don’t get hit with your smell leaving

the room anymore.

I can barely remember the way your lips,

chapped and salty with the sea,

tasted in the rain. 

In the hazy moments before sleep,

your hands no longer sneak (like light over the 

treetops at sunrise) across my skin.

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You told me I’d be

alright. 

You said that I would 

forget. 

You promised I’d 

move on. 

Why does it still feel like

a knife

is being twisted slowly 

into the core of my

being. Read more »

In the old, sad and quiet night

I cannot show the awe and pain of stars

No matter how or what the words I write

Their cold and lonely distant light

Spills into the room like the smoke of a cigar

In the old, sad and quiet night

Catching at the last hope in sight

I travel with my thoughts so far Read more »

Just about 7:00

every evening

about as regular as a 

clock ticking

or the heartbeat of an 

old and weary man.

Just after dinner, 

standing at the sink and

looking into the 

ancient darkness,

and me looking back 

reflected in the light of 

the kitchen

Just scrubbing this pan

and these 5 plates, 

shine a fork here

and splash the water over 

a spoon.

Just around then,

I get hit with the blues.

I’ve been so good

I don’t think about you every

minute

of every

hour

in every 

day.

I haven’t re-read the

old letters

folded and unfolded so 

many times they are in Read more »

sometimes I feel 

so sad. 

For no reason at all

that I can exactly

pinpoint

Maybe it is the

tragedy that is autumn

Everything quietly dying

and I want to 

shout “no hold on! Read more »

With word insufficient 

there seems nothing 

else to do but to

write

Words spell out 

emotions and 

finally I see what I 

feel

The poetry in the callouses

of your hands Read more »

Just about 7:00

every evening

about as regular as a 

clock ticking

or the heartbeat of an 

old and weary man.

Just after dinner, 

standing at the sink and

looking into the 

ancient darkness,

and me looking back  Read more »

Maybe it’s the monkey left over in me. Maybe it’s the part of me that will always be 3. Maybe it’s just that sometimes all I need is to be held. 

We don’t realize I think, how much we need it. When we feel sad, we curl into another’s arms and wait for the pain to subside. So happy that we can’t hold it in, we cling to each other because words are insufficient. Touch sometimes shows more then words can ever hope to. 

The only moments where I’ve ever felt completely whole are when I’m cradled safe from the world and all that it holds. Encircled in arms with hearts so close. 

I always fall in love with hands. Hands are what speak in my world. Rough and calloused, but more gentle then a lullaby. Nothing can take my breath away in quite the same way that hands brushing against bare skin.  Read more »

What to say when your afraid

your right. 

I always said it was better to know bad news then not know.

but maybe this is different. 

I’m afraid to hope,

but if I can’t believe what did all our words mean?

Where did he go?

Or was I the one who left.  Read more »

I’ve found myself wondering

more often these 

days

Sinking into a gloomy

place and this 

question 

bounces in my

head.

Does love exist? 

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I can feel her laughing 

at me

in everything I do.

I may be as much as I can be

and she will always have more

because she has him.

She has his love,

and I have lost him

My thoughts are  Read more »

We are not what one would call

“traditional”

We are not wise in the 

eyes of the world

We are not “boy meets girl”

happily ever after. 

We are “official” but I can’t stop wondering

what we are.

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He wrote me a 

letter

today. 

I can’t tell

if it was just in the haste

of everyday

or if he sat,

like I did

and thought and thought and 

thought

about every Read more »

you are around me in 

everything I do

I’ll be fine, 

and then break. 

falling apart 

in all the wrong ways

And when I do,

when I fall apart

I mean,

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it is simply that

I miss you rather more then

I had expected

What to say when your afraid

your right. 

I always said it was better to know bad news then not know.

but maybe this is different. 

I’m afraid to hope,

but if I can’t believe what did all our words mean?

Where did he go?

Or was I the one who left. 

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Held breath or 

no breath

Missing you never

stops

I can take nothing for

granted

Nothing is safe

a hollow instead of 

an ache

but sometimes both.

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There is this moment. When you know that it’s coming and time seems to slow almost to a stop. Every breath seems too loud in the sudden hush right before the edge creeps over the horizon. Slow like the sleepy head of a child waking up, and blinking their eyes in the sudden light. 

We woke when it was still dark. Creeping past the huddled forms of the others. Walking barefoot in the dew up to the Main House kitchen. Hushed laughter and adrenaline pumping. Tiptoeing past like a secret. 

More awake then one could ever hope to be on a normal morning we listened to music which seemed too noisy to be permitted, when in reality is was quieter then anything we would listen to in the light. 

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Hold Please

Miles between us

I put my heart on

hold

but that’s hard to do

when you are the one

holding it

I fall for you over and over and

over

only to hold Read more »

Whirlwind Memories

I still dream about you

Still smell the way your hair smells when I would

brush it back from your forehead 

so I could look you straight in the eyes when

I loved you.

Can still feel the way

Your fingers

spread, 

gently but firmly, 

as if you were holding something precious but 

fragile,

across my abdomen

under my

shirt. 

Still get butterflies 

when I think that, 

against all reality and hope

I’ve spotted you in a crowd. 

Still think your name

in my head, before realizing you’re not mine

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Letters In Grey

Before I met you,

I wrote to you,

and said

I love you.

Not knowing

The sound of your laugh Read more »

Split Image Truth

Look in the mirror

What do you see?

A Girl.

Hollow eyed

and swimming with ocean breeze.

Sea water creeps down

a sleep softened cheek

and dissipates on

reaching a Read more »