Growth

I miss the warmth

that came from the hopes 

that we would someday

be married.

The warmth of our conversations

and friendship.

The cold, biting wind of this world

is even colder when alone.

And so I'm sad

that this love did not become

what we had hoped.

And now I must let go

as a tree lets go of its seeds,

having faith that, 

beauty and life 

can't help but grow.

They Also Are Mine

We are simply friends
I know,
but deep down we both
long to be close.
Life is beautiful,
but wouldn't it would be better
resting gently
in loving arms?
Yet at the onset of love,
I panic.
I run.
For your sake and mine
I wish love came natural for me
like flowers in Spring
and lemonade in July.
Please understand
that I don't want to hurt you.
For the tears that you cry,
they also are mine.

The World in which I'm Living

When I encounter love
I always run away,
but there's no need to hate myself anymore
for being afraid.
For much of my present relational drama
has roots in some sort of previous relational trauma.
I'm not complaining or even saying
that I'll be alone forever,
but that's the world in which I'm living
today.

All That She Wants

I gave her what she desired.
Strength.
Style.
Sensuality.
I gave her what she longed for.
Dedication.
Devotion.
Dreams.
I gave her what she hoped for.
Excitement.
Encouragement.
Energy

I gave her what she needed in a guy...
When I said goodbye.