Scarce

I'm safe in here
inside of my words
the only place I'm allowed
My emotions and feelings
are deemed absurd
and tend to draw a crowd.
But the sadness I hold
deep within
is growing every day
My poetry is now my only friend
since you went away
Conversations before my eyes
take a number, wait patiently
No wireless proxy will suffice
amid ignored, vibrating insensitivity
And the technology you despise so vehemently
is only when it's coming from me

Tangible

It's the I love  you

that I miss the most

a simple text, a quiet post

to remind me your heart

is really as close

as my love for you inside of mine

It's the sound of your voice

I have to hear

like tangible happiness

poured into my ear

lifting my spirits

bringing you near

a symphonic lullabye combined

I feel you and hear you

more than before

a sigh, a sneeze

even a groan

but what I really need

can never be shown

unless you're looking into my eyes..

Reconciliation

i used to think the words were all for me
the notes you played in poetry and rhyme
would soothe my doubts and I hoped secretly
those songs would last much longer than the lies
that once escaped those lips so easily
I grieved the death of love buried in fear
of who you are or were or need to be
while gasping for a smothered breath of air
her face, their smiles and all I'll never know
the candles glowing softly shadowed sin
the whispered words recomplicate my woe
abandoned first. I still can't let you in
Be angry but be gentle with my heart
your choice was the silence that broke my heart

Offense

Neither silence nor defense
will justify the offense
of you witholding
the simplest truth
from my grasp
And your stuttering hesitance
gives way to my nonchalance:
a painful lesson
I learned from you
in the past

Intruder

My head was a siren
and my heart cried "Hurt!"
repeating the warning
"Intruder alert!"

Bipolar

Your leaking sorrow
fills my soul
perhaps tomorrow
You'll remember what you told me
Never. Always and Forever.
Or maybe you
will carelessly hold my heart
ransom, bleeding, torn apart
much like the way insomnia
directs a murder scene
in some paranoid
schizophrenic's dream

Narcissism

The narcissism I feel today
is a perfect reflection
of the games you play
and the promise you won't leave
I'll never go away
pierces louder than a scream
as I beg you to stay
SILENCE becomes the duct tape
around my hope as I lay:
a tightly bound and gagged version
of your obedient prey