You You You Circle My Heart Like Barbwire

I change and change and change again
But can never find the right face
Circled by what some call love letters
These poems are bleeding trees
Plucking stars from the sky to present to you
I can still dream
And that makes me dangerous
deadly
I can still dream
That is one thing you left me when you took all the other parts
I can't figure out if that was a blessing or a curse

I Just Can't Believe It

I bathe in the fire
Shuffing off old skin
Emerging fresh and reborn
I want to know how you sleep at night
Knowing what you have done
Probably soundly
Pleased with your dreams
My dumb phone blinks red
Burning my retina
Do you miss me my love
Or am I just dreaming of dreams

52nd Street

New York City wet with rain
Waiting to see J.W. again
Times Square midnight streets
Light my eyes lift my feet
My love my love
Turned to hate
My blood it boils
in these veins
New York City damp with rain

Candles Burn Bright

I hope they all come true
your dreams
I thought you were reaching higher
had more ambition
maybe you just gave in
maybe I broke you
and I am still haunted
but I am not a hundred percent sure anymore
that it's by your ghost

Blue

I am so far away from you
450 miles and counting
Distance enough to brake a heart in two
and you do what you do

Broken Toe

This morning as I stepped into the shower
I rammed you into the side of the tub
Now you are red and black and so swollen
I heard you crack snap break
Spent the whole day on my feet
I will hobble around for the next few weeks
Moving through the park
Watching the crowds on the rides
Smiling through the pain