Thursday, March 22, 2012


I'm afraid. I'm anticipating. I'm hoping. I'm wondering.

What I will find...

Afraid that once your skin touches mine,
None other will suffice
Anticipating the brush of your hand,
Imagining how it will end
Hoping for what seems impossible,
Wondering if I'll ever mend
From the wishes for our souls to meet
While I sit here and irrationally dream.

Monday, March 12, 2012

Blue Mondays

Another Monday, you're feeling blue
An unexplained headache
You just don't feel like you.

Another Monday, I'm missing you
An unsurprising heartache
I wish I didn't love you.

Another Monday, recovering from booze
A story for my sake?
I don't want your excuse.

Saturday, March 10, 2012

Close Encounters are Unkind

I heard you whisper my name
I turned and you weren't there.

It slips.
Every time.
Where you are.

Someone always tells me.
They must not know
What it's like to feel your glow
Then stand outside of it, cold.
They must not know
What it's like to fall apart
When I hear that you're close.
I imagine your laugh
And I can't help but cry,
Because these close encounters
Are so very unkind.