I could see you on that bench
In the cold
After the rain
A note book, your music
Some smokes if you did.
Hair long, face unshaved
Soul tortured by something unnamed

You see me how I want to be seen
You see me for who I want to be

I can see you
In that chair
Face contemplative
Compassion unhidden behind those eyes
You count the sparrows in the sky
And I wait expectantly
For that smile

You take me from my greatest fears
You save me from myself

I saw you
When you would first ignite my soul
Unafraid of vulnerability
I learned who I am
By holding your hand
While you traced the lines
That would tell our lives

Beautiful, Beautiful, Beautiful soul
Tilting your head to laugh at your shoes

When you hold me
I’m no longer dead
As we play tag,
Without the running away
And killing restlessness
Is the best decision made
If it brings me close to you

Everyone just wants to be seen.
I see you, always you

dancing
she's the ballerina
she played when she was five
spinning
down the silver pole
sand would get into her eyes
lipstick
red, like mother wore
now heels fit without kleenex
fingers
graze along her thigh
rents covered till month next.

...how often do I simply try to get by..
And when was the last time I appreciated the pain
Or his laugh
Is life really composed from magazines
God, lets not be silly
I take and I take
I’m the sort
Who hates myself
When I pass too many red leaves
Without picking one up
I’m not scared
To trip on shoe laces
I just don’t want them to get dirty
And the breath on the cold glass
Made me twist inside
My lips still remain
Pressed invisibly in that shade
I’d chew on my smile
For the sake of saving a pen
And I wish I’d smell more flowers
And try to laugh a little harder
And be unafraid to be myself.