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Strangers Again

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The words that’re whispered over three AM talks
Ignoring thunder under rainfall walks
Because you noticed a light in my eyes
Then, when self-esteem was but a word
And the world was a cesspool of lies
Which could be felt and not just heard

Then, when you took me and kissed my lips
And my heart danced in catatonic flips
Then it was that your hair gleamed in the sun
As it fell on my chest, I held it tight
I’d no hope even then that you were one
To last through the day unto the lost night

I recall not one word from yesterday
For none matter now, words aren’t meant to stay
The feel of your hair is gone with that hour
And you have found another pair of eyes
To taste, to praise, to dive in and devour
You become a ninja master of disguise.

I smile and move on to the next three AM talk
Maybe this time I’ll learn and won’t do the walk
The thunder would groan and rumble with might
I’ll notice it keen through the still warm rain
And when I pass you via a quiet night
It will be quite like we were strangers again.

Words

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I love u and I need u,
Words that sing and croon;
This is forever,
I’m your sun, you are my moon;

The stars feature well,
They are like my eyes;
Words would say all,
Why would they be lies?

I’d want you always,
No matter how old you get,
I loved you yesterday,
You must not, cannot forget;

You must not think,
You must only feel,
The truth is all,
Nothing’s left to conceal.

Would I ever harm you?
Would I ever lie?
You are my one true love,
Without you, I’d die.

Words move out and beyond,
Now they do not cease;
But can you ever stop time,
Or hold onto a warm breeze?

They will away like words,
And all there is is now,
Do not speak, oh do not,
Do not make any vow.

I am not the sun,
Nor do I wish to be;
I am just dying flesh,
I am just me.

You speak of love,
So be it, love me;
But I know much of time…
Of eternity.

So let the moon and sun rest,
Let the stars twinkle on,
Let the dark consume light,
Let the dusk become dawn,

Let the butterflies live,
Let them quickly die,
Do not talk of forever,
You know not how you lie.

I have known enough,
Seen more than I can tell,
I cannot speak as you do,
I know nothing so well,

And so just hold me now
And let all words cease
And let me love you now
In this gentle breeze.

In Two Days

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In two days, words were spoken that left my heart quite broken.

It wasn’t a complete shattering; but a shrewd, quiet battering.

I wonder why words matter so, when i quite plainly know, that those who willfully spoke meant words to painfully stoke vanity and vulnerability, which I hide deep within me.

But the heart shelters these two with that which has kept me true.

The words flew in and struck, and i was quite out of luck, they lashed and broke quite a bit – I’m still reeling from the hit.

A corner here, a chunk there, no word was lost to barren air; so I nestle chips and dents and, through this poem, it vents its bitterness and loss of hope, wondering how I’ll manage to cope with the ideal of love inside the reality of pride.