Manic

It's cold here 

Frozen up to my knees

Blue skin bluer than blood

This calm is decaying 

These nerve are frayed

Frazzled

Fuming

I take a happy pill

And shove it down my throat

Cabin fever has got its claws in deep

obsession takes over

I spin out of control 

And nose dive into dead wishes

Very Valentine

These eyes are sewn shut so as not to see you in another's arms

These lips whisper I love you over and over into ears dead to the words

These arms reach out in the night and only find empty space where you once laid

I miss you tonight

I pick up the keys and walk out the door

You don't love me

You don't love me

You don't love me no more

It's Been Years Since We've Talked

My muse is gone

On vacation I guess

I sit to write and nothing comes out

Maybe I've said all I have to say

I want you to know that I think of you daily

I miss you 

I love you

I hope you are happy

My poetry is leaving me

And it 

Is

What

It

Is