Bliss, Maybe

Maybe
I fall too quickly
Maybe
It’s not easy
To catch me
Maybe
I care too much
Maybe
I’m not enough
Maybe
You are strong
Maybe
I’ve done
Nothing wrong
Maybe
You like
The shortness
Of my hair
And the
Nakedness
We share
Maybe
You’ll never
Love me
Maybe
You’ll end up
Just like the rest
Maybe
You will see
That I am
The best
Maybe
My poems will
Save us
Maybe
You’ll kiss me
Again
And
It won’t cause
A fuss
Maybe
You’ll realize
The fireworks
In our kisses
And someday
I’ll understand
What bliss is

Be Okay, Only Thinking of Me

Head aching
Feet shaking
Stomach quaking
Letting go
Of the past
Is the hardest
Thing to do
What hurts even more
Is that
I don’t know
If I love you
We don’t speak
Much anymore
And I’m done
Begging you
To stay
At my door
When I’m miles away
Your across another shore
You live in winter
I live in the fall
You don’t even answer
When I call
Or I speak of importance
You aren’t here
And you said that you
Never would be
So please
Let go of me
I don’t want anymore
Pain
You see
He’s different
Then you
And maybe
Someday
Ill learn if he will stay
Everything is going to be okay
Time to just go of the flow
Only thinking of me

Somebody, Someone, The One

She often felt
Sad and alone
You see
Convinced
That what
She desired
Could be
Nothing
But a
Shitty pipe dream
The more people
That seemed to leave
The less and less
She would believe
Though she was created
With less trust already
She still hoped
That maybe
Somebody
Would prove her wrong
Someone
Would choose her
To be the one

Train Ride

It’s days like these

when the sun does shine 

after a crisp 

drizzle of rain

you find yourself 

getting off the train

into that beautiful sunshine 

and there he is 

standing there 

just a couple 

bus stops down

with his red hair 

you know so well

he recognizes your face 

and those dresses 

you always wore 

he hops on the bus 

as he gazes at you 

seeing what he missed 

he knows he lost something 

the day he lost you 

for all you know 

he could have been crying 

behind those sun glasses 

he sees 

you’ve moved on

it’s obvious 

you’ve gotten over him

and your heart belongs to someone else 

the man who always cared 

only now did he dare 

declare how much

though he may be busy 

he still has time for you 

and will 

see you soon 

 

Wanderer of The Black Woods

Her mind wandered 

like smoke 

locked in

 the crevasses 

of a glass pot 

ever so gently 

wishing to be free

to be with he 

her heart ached 

for that sorta love 

the kind that you would wait 

all night for 

watching for those 

indescribable

fireworks

that fill you up 

with excitement

 

or even the rush

of running

on the snow

feeling the pain

of that ice

on your feet

leaving a print

like none have experienced

that’s the kind of love

I’ve been wishing for

when will it find me?

I cannot be sure 

but I’d like 

for it to be soon

or maybe more