;Just So You Know

I'm going to sleep, now,
baby;
just so you know.
But my favorite spoon
is dirty
- it's sitting on my desk -
and the food beside it,
I should've put in the fridge
yesterday;
just so you know.
And, honey,
I've got to face things tomorrow
that I don't want to
deal with
right now;
just so you know.
In case I don't wake up,
or don't get another chance
to tell you,
I love you;
just so you know.
I'll be thinking
of you
as I drift off;
just so you know.
So pray for me,
Sweetheart,
as I sleep -
it's the only thing
good
to
do
that I can think of;
just so
you know...

I never say "goodbye"
anymore.
It's a final,
ugly word
and I want
nothing
to do with it.
It makes me sad
to hear your
perfect
lips
utter such nonsense as
"goodbye".
Because it's not
the end.
It never was.
We will always be
a piece of each other.

I miss you,
tonight.

I wish you had
never used
that
word.

I know you're busy.
Trying to forget.
I'm sorry.
I never meant for that to happen.
Not like it did.
Do you understand?
It was hurt you now or hurt you later.
And hurt you later hurt me, too.
In case you don't remember, I predicted this.
I told you it would happen.
I couldn't give you what wasn't yours.
I couldn't cause things to happen that were never meant to be.
But I did care about you.
I really, truly did.
And I know you're busy.
Trying to forget.
But I really am sorry.

Someday you'll be okay too.

Do you hear it?
That's the rain.
It's falling on me
and me alone.
It's pouring down,
pounding my skin,
washing my image away
until you can't even see
me
anymore:
everything I was,
is a puddle on the ground.

Wait until I
hit the ground,
crumple,
and can't get back up.
Come to me,
then,
with arms open,
in that place where I am
beyond fear.
I don't want to be
the last one to find
home.
Give me a moment
to collect my treasure,
and remember what I'm
worth.
Don't get to close,
if I can't see.
Touch my heart
- don't be afraid -
it is sore
but I trust you
to hold me as I'm
bleeding.

And Run

I wish you could touch me
where my heart is hiding
with your rough fingers
that I
love
so
much.

I wish I could pull
everything away
that wasn't
purely
me
so that you could see me
uncluttered.

I wish I could take you
and run.

It was a very
quiet moment:
Beautiful.
Safe.
Silent.
Stunning.

We were separated
from the rest of the world.
Just you and I,
in a hidden place,
while the rest of the world
moved in chaos
below.
I would have given you
my heart
if it wasn't
already
yours.

Hands

Oh.

My hands.



Were they
always
this beautiful?


I guess I never noticed my hands
before you touched them,
explored them,
with yours.

I never knew that
hands
could be so wonderful.

You held mine
in the dark
never still
always moving
testing the many ways
yours and mine
could join.

My hands must be
different, now.
I am sure you have changed them.
In any case,
they have learned how
your hands feel.
And it seems
my hands are
restless
without the pressure
of yours.

I did not know that
one pair of hands
could miss
another.

Train wreck

People are like
train wrecks:
Momentum builds.
The tracks have been
laid.
Intentions billow to the
surface.
Clashing passions.
No room to
stop.
EarthshatteringCRASH.

Heartbreak
means
fatality.

Escape

Sometimes,
all we need is a little escape.
A change in perspective.
Fresh experiences.

There's nothing quite like it.

Escape
highlights the mistakes we've been making
- and lets us forget about them.
It refreshes us,
when we are weary of walking
down the same road
in the same direction.
It challenges us,
when we've stopped fighting.
It ignites us,
when the passion dies down.

Escape
is a beautiful thing
- and it's even good for you!
It stimulates your brain
in new ways.
It gives your heart
new eyes.
It presents your body
with a different set of obstacles.
It gives your soul
room to breathe.

I escaped.

I was remade.

I have returned


But I am different.
Do not expect me
to be the same.