inbox

click
type click
I can't stop it
inbox check it
looking for him

ID type it
password type it
pressing sign in
thinking of him

did he send it
will I see him
my fear sets in
I just miss him

its addictive
so addictive
know its stupid
so damn stupid

still

click
type click
I am so sick
but click click click
I look for him

postitive: a dedication

if I am
will you be a man
about it
will you stay with me
be
my rock
watching the clock
to make sure I
don't miss a dose
toast
every
anniversary
birthday
weekday
because you want me to know
I am loved
no matter what

or will you run away?

if so say
hey
to my father
he did not stay
either

so I had to be twice the man

as I am
now.


dedicated 2 those touched

thankful

For years I thought I wanted you
had something my mind held on to
special I thought I saw in you
a truth that seemed to escape you

Life chose to reconnect we two
although I was not ready to
I met reality of you
an ego fiercely held on to

As a result we are now through
despite that I still manage to
give thanks for meeting the real you
so my heart could move on from you

dark

I turned dark in time with you
moved by attraction to you
did things that I should not do
things I knew better than to

captured video of you
replayed endlessly on loop
while you slept stroked it to you
thoughts of penetrating you

long time I had wanted you
closeness renamed me confused
distant went moral values
as I fought my want of you

knew love remained out of view
and like drifted away too
lesson realized with you
darkness I'm not immune to

ad

I

no longer here
no longer near
to deal
with this queer

life

appeal
to those who hear

live

end the strife
trite
distracting barriers
disintegrating the might
of life

ripe
you are

to

care
share
be present
be there

while you can

because the day will come
when you are taken from this land
when you will have missed your chance
to hold extended hand

when to reminisce
will prove useless
when you missed

this

appeal
against
trite

life

live
with
might