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The sun will rise
In a few minutes
It's been doing it
--regularly--
for as long as I
can remember
maybe I should
pin my hopes
on important,
but often
unnoticed,
certainties
like that,
not on such relatively
trivial matters as
whether you will ever
love me
or not.
You came
And made
My house
Our home
You left
Making
Our home
My asylum
First
I have to get
Out
Of love with you
Second
I have to remember
Don't fall
Until you see
The whites
Of their
Lies!
Excuse me,
I am currently
Afflicted with the world's
Number one crippler;
Infatuation fixation paralysis
Commonly referred to as
Love
Any spare comfort
You have to give
Would be most appreciated
Although my ability to receive
May be temporarily impaired.
Thank you.
As the
Memory
Of your
Light fades
My days grow dark
My nights are lit with
Electric bulbs. I cannot
Sleep. I am afraid of the
Dark. I am afraid that you
Will return and then
fade again. I am afraid that you
Will never return. I am
Afraid that my next thought
Will be of you. I am afraid
That I will run out of poems
Before I run out of pain.
Someday I will
Categorize
The
Circle of pain
I put myself through
Every time I get
Hung up on someone.
I'll have a lot of time
To do it, too.
The insomnia's beginning.
You left
Traces
Of your self
All over my room;
A poem scribbled in the
Margin of a book.
A corner of a page
Turned over in another book.
Your smell on my blanket.
Where are you tonight?
In whose room are you leaving
Traces?
Are you perhaps discovering
The traces of my self
I left on your soul?
Why must I always fall
For chicken shits
On
Ego trips?
It is a risk to love
What if it doesn't work out?
Ah..but what if it does?
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