Your bed is littered in dog hair,
But I wear my black jeans anyways because
You told me how much you like them.
And I still have about five
Of your hair elastics wrapped around my bedpost.

And I carry gum with me,
Because you hate the taste of coffee on my breath.

It’s three in the morning, and yet you
Come outside to say “Hi”
As I ride by on my bike.

And if you were to ask me
To wade through a river
To get you a flower that sat on the opposite bank,
Well then I’d tuck it behind your ear upon my returned.

Tonight I’m feeling
Sad,
Despondent,
And neurotic.

I don’t know
What to do with myself.
But I think
That’s okay.

So I write these words
In a poor attempt
To sort out my thoughts,
And convince myself I’ll feel better in the morning.

But by the morning,
I won’t have slept.
Not with the speed
At which my mind is currently racing.

I’m going to write an autobiography and call it, “I’m a Grower, Not a Shower”

Would you like some tea?
I’m pouring myself some,
And I would love it
If you joined me.

Tonight’s painting.

I ripped my heart out of my chest to show you how bruised and battered it has become.

Centennial Man of the Year event! WHO WILL WIN?!

And while I don’t see you
I dream about you everyday.
Your essence haunts my thoughts
But I like it that way.

It feels as though
My heart has ceased to beat
And all the air
Has been stolen from my lungs.

All this
Because of a cameo appearance
Of you
In my thoughts.

I long to have you here,
In my presence
And in my arms.
It’s really been far too long.

Ya know,
I’ve been thinking maybe
You and I could spend some time
Together.

There are
So many words
That I can’t find,
That I can’t say.

I want
To scream,
To shout,
To yell.

But I can’t.
I’m trapped
Inside
Of my head.

Painfully silent.

In reality
I’d be perfectly fine
Spending forever in time
Just conversing with you.

Even if I don’t
Have much to say,
I’ll make up stories,
Just to share your words.

Your voice
Lulls me into
A state
Of perpetual serenity.

The ebb and flow
Of the waves in my brain
Brings you back to me
Again and again.

I picture you
As I close my eyes at night,
And all of a sudden
I’m swarmed in butterflies.

And I adore the way
Just the thought of your face
Brings me to this
Unbearable state.

Put down your umbrella
And listen to the sky
It’s crying, “How are you?
I haven’t seen you in a while.”

Painted for the first time in a while tonight.