Dead End

Then I run my hand down your spine 
You guessed I wrote something profound something like: 
"Our love will last 'til we die" 
I say "you're good at this game" 
But what I really wrote is 
"How I've yet to be saved"

WIND AND WINDOW FLOWER

Lovers, forget your love,
And listen to the love of these,
She a window flower,
And he a winter breeze.

When the frosty window veil
Was melted down at noon,
And the caged yellow bird
Hung over her in tune,
He marked her through the pane,
He could not help but mark,
And only passed her by
To come again at dark.

He was a winter wind,
Concerned with ice and snow,
Dead weeds and unmated birds,
And little of love could know.

But he sighed upon the sill,
He gave the sash a shake,
As witness all within
Who lay that night awake.
Per chance he half prevailed
To win her for the flight
From the firelit looking-glass
And warm stove-window light.

But the flower leaned aside
And thought of naught to say,
And morning found the breeze
A hundred miles away.

By Robert Frost

Every memory of your face

is now painted with pain

and laced with disgrace

A problem that will forever misplace

A friendship now broken

A love we could showcase

What divides us is more than endless space

It is darkness ever-reaching

A cold embrace…

Beacon

You say your time has come
You're tired of waking up
Don't be obscene, I can't conceive of
Living without you

You say you drag me down
No one should want you now
I start to cry, you kiss my eyes and say
I'm not allowed to 

You were a child forgot 
Lessons of love untaught
Now no embrace can quite replace 
The one that never found you

But I was raised tenderly
And all that was taught to me
I will apply, your parents tried
But they didn't know how to

Burning beacon in the night 
Can't feel it's heat, or see it's light
That single solitary guide, 
it must get lonely there sometimes.

Flowers of light

I will hold you like the sky holds the stars we lay beneath tonight. And watch you smile, a smile that is like a shining sun in the night giving light and life to seeds upon my chest. And so shall I let them blossom in our hearts, these flowers of light. With beauty that is both powerful and sad.

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“You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for.”
—Richard Siken

Who?

Like the Sun cannot stop it’s eternal race
So can I not wait to see your face
And once more be in your warm embrace
It is late night here, and all I can think of is you….. whoever you are.