you

just writing your name
I start to cry
alone
in the restaurant

this joyful
beautiful man
plucked from my life

quickly
effortlessly
the bandaid ripped off.

I want to love him more
I want to save him from himself

I want us to be free birds together

the bandaid is ripped off
and the sting
remains

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addicted

to writing
the pen touches the paper
and I can’t stop.

I forget all responsibility
I forget to breathe,
getting it down.

love letters to my soul
quietly scribbled
in the night

and I’m not afraid of God now
because I know there is truth in my heart
and that the sun rises and falls to show us our shadows
and the tide is to sweep away our sorrows
pulling them from us violently
or softly

I live
in the hidden place
on the moon.

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words, words, words

my body has run
out of steam

but caffeine
pumps through my chest
wanting
release

what is it about night-time writing?
not being able to stop
the whirling thoughts of the day

am I wrong or am I right?
and do I deserve this breath?

the air is quiet
the trees stand still
the stars flicker
and all is well.

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