I can't seem to sleep

Hot and Heavy breathing

passionate kissing

The world is looking for us

but quickly finds us missing...

The Object of My Affections

The object of my affections never sits
farther away than 10 feet.
My tin feet ring hollow on the floor
so sit as still as stale air.
My angel's hair is dark and curly.
I imagine she likes lilacs
and would smell good with them
in her hair.
Here sitting there
is frustrating
because I am impotent in my indecision
to tell her
that she is the object of my affections.
She looks like chastity
but her eyes say otherwise.
I know she's been around the
block a few times more than I.
I fantasize that her sitting still
is her feeling the same way about me,
but I know that's not true
because she never looks my way.
Every day I try to see her eyes,
as warm and soft and brown as they are
and though i see her smiling,
It's not at me, it's through me,
and I know that she has her eyes on
another.

Untitled (for now)

After the anger has passed
And there is only confusion
Only the questions remain
Like, how could she choose him
Over me?
I swear I gave her
Everything I had
And he only gave a little
Still...she broke my heart
Into itty bitty pieces.
Fragments of dreams
Held together by hopes.
Hopes... shattered
When I read the letter
She left on the nightstand
That ended with goodbye,
That ended with farewell,
That ended in so long.
But now the anger has passed
And there is only confusion.
Only the questions remain
Like why on earth did you choose him
And why didn't you have the heart to tell me
Face-to-face

That we could never be
I deserve that much
Not that soliloquy
On pad and pen
You coward.
If you love him then you love him
And we will never be, us, again
But then, if this is true
We never were.