Ice Sculptures

Some nights, when I miss you most,
I'll stand out in the cold
And hope that the shivering
Will distract my body from
My wildly beating heart.
Each frozen breath
Keeping my tears at bay
And my fists clenched.
Rather than turn from the wind,
I face it full on
Bracing for the impact;
Like that time you slapped me
Out of frustration
And stopped me from making things worse.
But the chill of the nighttime air
Is nothing compared to
You leaving me here.
No fire can burn enough to warm me now.
Only the heat of your skin
Pressed to mine
Can thaw these icy bones
And take me back inside.

Love Found (And Lost And Found) Then Lost Again

The only reason why I can take the pain of you not loving me anymore:

I never deserved it in the first place.

Butterfly

if only i could whisper my secrets to a butterfly
and watch as its wings created hurricanes; proving some crazy chaos theory
the winds carrying my words to your ears
singing you sweet lullabies as you rest your head by an open window

if only that butterfly could tell you of all the ways that i love you
and paint you a picture that you could put on your wall
putting myself on an open canvas
and hoping that you would see me as i see you

if only you would whisper your own words
and send that butterfly back to me
so i could hear your breath in every flap of its wings
and fall asleep as i fall in love with you all over again

Poems and Things

I have decided to add to this blog by posting not only mediocre short stories, but also mediocre poetry. And maybe a thought or two here and there. Enjoy. Or don't.