You said the cold hurt your lungs. Does the heat make them feel better?

I’m sitting here
pondering your existence
and wondering where I fit in.
I’m laughing there
but I don’t remember why
good thing it doesn’t much matter.
I’m crying now
looking at your helpless words
and wondering why we are the way we are.
I guess
that I never knew you could be so deep.
And I guess
that I never thought you’d actually say that.
And I guess
that I’m asking myself these questions
without looking for my answer.
So how does it feel
to be fed your own lies?
So how does it feel
to know that you screwed up?
So how does it feel
to know that IT WAS YOUR FAULT!
So how does it feel
to know that I forgive you?
So how does it feel
to know that I forgive myself?
I think that things have finally turned out alright
even though they’re not over.

Here is my
disclaimer:
This is not another pity poem
that I wrote for myself.
So now that we understand that…
I don’t want my feelings played with anymore
and I don’t want to hurt anyone anymore
and I don’t want to like you anymore
and I don’t want to think about you anymore
and I don’t want to believe you anymore
and I don’t want to see you anymore
and I don’t want you to know this
because I wanted things how they are.
Do you undersand?
I never know
where I stand with you.
Want to tell me
and help me out?

Trebuchet MS

Stuck.
Because
this
is
not
how
I
wanted
my
poetry
to
be.
I guess I’m back at square one.
Will I ever make it to square two?
You are
who I want to be.
And you are
who I want to look like.
And you are
who I want to love.
If you read this would you think I was crazy again?
I am not satisfied with my own existence.
Would I be satisfied with yours?
I want so much more than what I’ve been handed.
Is this God telling me to never be comfortable?
I feel so small in this great big place.
I’m desperate for people to love me.
Even though God loves me enough.
I want to trust you again.
Especially because you act how I wanted you to act.
Why?
It feels funny to know that I have to go to work tomorrow.

I want to walk the streets again
under a lamplight moon.
The two of us standing there
walking a silent tune.

The night grew long
but we are young.
Let’s walk the streets again
before life is done.

The sun comes up
and we are through.
But day is short
soon I’ll be with you.

Our own little world,
full of concrete and crickets.
But to us, my dear,
these are just tickets.

Tickets to something better
under a sweet summer sky.
So come with me
and sing a silent lullaby.

The summer ends
like we knew it would.
I sing our lullaby no longer
though I know I should.

I miss you still,
I wonder if you miss me too.
I hear the crickets calling
and I hope you always will.

It was his poem, but I think I'll make it mine

This is my friend's work. Not mine. But read it, and appreciate it for his genius. You rock, Mike.

Somthing the cold does to make you not breath
A Month Ago Today.

Today I sit in somber silence.
Waiting for a ringing melody or a soft bleat to fill my eardrum.
A sweet hello to fill the empty space left by the sound of a car door slamming.
The bathwater turning off.
The sound of a line.
Phone off the hook.

The sounds that break my heart.
I recorded them to play them over again in my head.
Will you be my record player?
Or just a broken record.

Red alert, red alert
Vulnerable boy on deck.
Take him for all he’s worth.
Take that stupid bastard for what he is worth.
You know you can lie to get what you want.
Just do it. Take him already.
I’m sure he’s ready for what you’ve got.

A month ago today we stood in the dark.
I held you in the cold as my breath froze to your eye lashes
Where you lied to me for the first time.
The lie only lasted 3 weeks.
A MOTNH AGO TODAY. WE STOOD IN THE DARK.
IN THE COLD WHERE I HELD YOU.
WHERE YOU LIED TO ME FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME
ONE MONTH AGO TODAY.
WE STOOD IN THE COLD.
WHERE YOU STARTED TO BREAK MY HEART FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME!
And one month later to the day.
I sit with my head on the wall.
Pausing, trying to keep my head on straight.
The medicinal taste of my bloody raw lip doesn’t quite add up to the way you last tasted.
But for now it will do.

You were the sound that broke my heart.
I will let you break it again if I can feel this wonderful pain
I was only scared of the past and looking forward to a future.
Looking forward to you.

Hopeless romantic

A hopeless romantic
but only somewhat.
Will I ever find you
you who are total?
I miss you
before I even know you
and I'm so completely
wrapped up in you
right now
wondering where you are
when I get to know you
and wondering how
I could love someone so much
before even knowing their name.
Sure, there's plenty of evidence
as to why it could be him.
But you smack me down
and tell me he'll never love me.
You tell me that I'm to young to know true love
and I'm to inexperienced to even be wondering
what he looks like.
Well guess what.
I'm
not
LISTENING!
Got it?
good.
I'm still waiting
and I'll wait
and wait
and wait
and wait
forever if I have too.
Just to know your name.

Please accept my apologies

"Please accept my apologies
for not coming in today.
You see,
I had somewhere else to be."
The words echoed
in my ear. And
I stared at him out
of my gray-blue-green eyes,
trying to look fierce
even though
my heart was melting away.
"Just please
make sure that it
does NOT happen
again. I
need employees I can
trust. Not ones I
have to worry about."
I tossed my hair,
pursed my lips,
and turned and walked away,
Like I have done so many times before.
But guess what?
He didn't follow.
I hid my teardrop
crystals
in a little bottle
and pretended that
I didn't really want him to.
But then,
all of a sudden,
I felt his hand on my arm
burning it's way into my skin.
Flip me around,
close your eyes.
Lips on lips,
hand on arm,
tears on cheek.
He's crying too.
Wait.
He's crying too?
This
was not my idea
of a fairy-tale ending.
But I think
that I can make it work.
The end.