My love is much like
The tides of the sea
Coming and going
Unpredictably flowing
Never at ease
But somehow at peace
Tag: poets
Commiseration
Pity is a poison
Pity holds me just like pain
Therefore I will show no pity
When pity tries to walk my way
Plot Twist
I could read him like a book
And let me tell you
Before you pull him off the shelf
The narrative wasn't anything new
Puzzle
You broke me into pieces
And for whatever reason
I picked up all of those pieces
And brought them back to you
Thinking that, if you were the one to break me
You would know how to put me back together
Teacher
It's ironic
That while I learn to love myself
I am in turn
Unlearning everything you taught me
Blackmail
But if I told you that
I loved you, would
you say it with me?
Or hold it against me?
Think
Some of the most
Intelligent people I know
Are the ones who really
Believe that they aren’t
Capable of being loved
This just goes to show
That sometimes logic
Isn’t really logical at all
Mixes
I see you in blues
And sorrowful hues
Of colors that I've
Yet to touch
But I'm painting red
In a picturesque bed
I'm a lover who won't
Leave you much
You come seeking the truth
For a devilish youth
You believe I will use
As a crutch
A sin more than once
It was never enough
To let blue and my red
Ever touch
Unconditional
Let me hold you
When life provides
Burdens that are
Too heavy to bear
Lean on me
With all of the hurt
And I will find love
In every tear
Dedication
His eyes flicker
Back and forth with concern
As he carefully places
Intricate lines
Fiddling with dimensions
Playing with spaces
He is the master
Behind this craftsmanship
His passion in his work
Is something not even I
Could ever be the muse of
What's Mine Is Yours 