To who she’s with now

Forgive me
I may have said things.
It’s not how it should be
but I pushed you away.
With nothing,
I’m only drowning
in my reality.
So, I have this to say,

“To the one in her arms
tell her you love her.
When you make a promise,
promise to keep it forever.
I know it’s common sense.
She can get pretty angry
but she’s a big softy.
When she wakes in the mornings,
she’s a fan of kisses and coffee.
Why am I telling you this?
It’s because she deserves better
than my played out lyrics.”

 

Hidden among the stars

There’s a secret I share with the stars.
I admit that you’re still buried in my heart.
A glutton for sin,
I still imagine
writing, “I Love You” on your skin.

Staring at the cosmos,
the memories of you still ebbs and flows.
I just need one more kiss
from those intoxicating lips
to get drunk off your love again when it happens.

A trickle of flashbacks together
last as long as a meteor shower.
When the moon begins to set,
I’ll try my best to forget
that I’m alone again.

If…

If I were you,

what would you have me do?

Will I stay in bed?

Or will I go out instead?

How do I take my coffee or tea?

Black or bitter? Maybe some sugar and cream?

Am I an “Online Romeo” trying to get laid?

Or am I a “Casual Juliet” trying to get through the day?

How would I handle stress?

What would work best?

When the day is done,

what do I do for fun?

Do I read and then sleep?

Or am I rocking a mic with a couple of drinks?

I’m only asking

because curiousity

is getting the best of me.

So, the moment of truth…

who am I

if I were you?