Proof

There are small imperfections in the way you move.
You have bent elbows that will not straighten, always looking for something to wrap around.
Your fingers will trace, across every line, and every place, but they don’t leave any marks.
There are hiccups in your speech, they leave gaping holes where you thoughts echo for no one to hear.
You step cautiously , your feet not quite hardened. They never seem quite as strong as they need to be to take you where you thing you belong.
Your eyes blink more than mine, releasing images you want left behind.
But your feet will take you where you belong. when you get there you won’t need to blink, you’ll close your eyes. Your thoughts wont echo, they will spill. And when you trace you’ll find the empty space of your bent elbow where only a few inches up there is proof you can’t deny.

Simply Put

                     Roses are red
         Violets are of a blueish hue
                  My love for you
                  Is forever anew
Please don't search, because you will find
      My love for you is forever blind

Incomplete

Incomplete is my love for you,
always longing for more to hold onto.
Incomplete is the way I see the world
so many corners , doors and windows not explored.
Incomplete is the way you smile,
lies told dancing across your lips.
Incomplete is the cold wind,
stalling the snow stealing the leaves.
Incomplete are my hands,
gaping holes between my fingers.
Incomplete is the night,
sleep lost on its journey.
Incomplete is this poem,
for your eyes may see it, but your heart will never know it.

She

Stretching so far to reach the end
Searching for what it is I have known
Knowing the moments I cant explain
Dreaming of far lazier days
Wishing things could be simpler
Wanting things never to change
Complexity echos her thoughts
Simple in ways she cant see
Quiet only to the mind
Loud to the the world
Still in the moment

Deeper

                         I cant lie anymore.

     I cant keep on telling myself that at any moment you're going to wake up and feel the way I do.
That secretly you need me on some level. That you have something with me you've never had with anyone else. Something deeper than your touch, or your kiss.
                     Something deeper than you poetry filled with your extensive vocabulary.
                     Something deeper than your disgust with me.
                     Something deeper than what i can see.

     I cant keep telling myself that I did love you, because what we had wasn't love. What we had were only heated moments. But I refuse to believe that we were never more than that. I can trace you back a year to long conversations on the phone,
                                          notes scribbled in class,
                                          movies watched only holding hands.

                              But i abjure letting  myself feel inferior because of you.

      I wont dwell on my hurt feelings, and I wont say that I'm not hurt. I may have stopped caring, but I haven't stopped feeling.  I will let myself feel the loss of a person I though I once knew,
       of the person I confided in the most,
       of the person who changed who i am...

                                                   ...I said I was done lying....

Tangled Words

Your words twist on the page
                     Tangling my thoughts

Your fingers tangled in mine
                     Twist the very definition of who we are

Define "us"
   
This may be the last word you have yet to master
                      Followed closely by love, living, and disaster

The Path

I waited for him that Fall. I stood right where he left me waiting for him to come back.
    The path pulled the leaves over it, preparing for the cold winter. I tried to remember what it looked like, your foot prints next to mine.
                               Spring came... you didn't.
     I waited as long as I could, wishing, hoping, praying that the words you whispered, that had long ago blown away in the wind had gotten caught in the trees. That the rain might bring them back to me.
     I held my breath every time a bring sung, not wanting to miss its song in case it was the one you sang to me.
     At nigh I laid under the stars watching them, the only witnesses . I wanted them to shine your name, point me in your direction, just replay me what they saw if that's all I could have .
     I touched the tree you first kissed me under, placing my hands, my fingers where yours were the last time you kissed me.
     I waited well into summer hoping that you just couldn't find the path, that new flowers and grass had grown over it , that the dry river we walked had filled...
             only to find the leaves changing again, the path covering, everything turning cold.