Better Than That

Do you know what I remember the most?Being willing to do just about anything for you.When I look back on those times now,It is with a sense of wonder and aweAt just how much of me you had.I don’t know how one person could give any moreShort of ripping their...

I Would, If You’d Let Me

I’m different.I’m distant.I’m not like the othersThat will profess their love at the drop of a hat.I don’t love you.I don’t believe in love at first sight.I might grow to love you,Or I might not.I cannot see the future.I cannot read your mind.I cannot know what you...

Lovers Past

I’ve made a mistake.It’s not the first time but,If my willpower doesn’t fail me again,I swear it will be the last.I’m tired of doing the same thing over and over,Expecting a different result.They say that’s the first sign of madness.I must have lost my sanity a long...

Tempest

There’s a storm brewing, darling,Both inside and out.I can hear the rain drops pounding against the windows,Desperate to be let in.I can hear the wind screeching as it vents its frustrationOn man and beast alike.I am cold…Oh so cold.The hair on my skin cuts like...

Right Through Me

I wear my heart on my sleeve.Sometimes I wish I could excise it with the sharpest of knives.I don’t want you to see it.I don’t want you to learn its secrets.I’ve been called a closed book,But only by those who have never learned how to turn the pages.I don’t want you...

The Red Rose

Some people have expressed curiosity about the first poem I ever wrote. If I remember correctly, I was around 15 years of age. I could be a little off about that. It was a lifetime ago after all. I was withdrawn and had great difficulty expressing my feelings to...