The Act

Nothing hurts more than to know
that all of it was just a show
the curtains were raised, he saw his stage
and voila, the crowds began to roar

It was the thrill, and not his skill
that made him play the role he did
The name, the fame, he had no shame
to have taken her heart and played a game

The lights came on, he sang his song
of love and all it's glory
She should have known, he wrote the script
and to him this was all just a story

He pranced around to the lively sound
music that filled the hall
an act so deceitful and so betraying
She had never predicted the fall

Every hero has a tragedy
Every tale has an end
Her hero ended up to be her tragedy
A broken tale with no hope for mend

The credits rolled in, the cast lined up
their bows they took and the flowers gathered at their feet
She looked on at him from behind the wings
The actor in him, a role he'll keep.

Heart A-Part

They were two different people, Too young to ever know.
She was more, He either didn't know, or didn't show
She was everything. He ignored.
She gave him her heart, He threw a dart
He shot like a pro, He didn't know
She was his target at first
But now things had gotten worse
It hurt, it pained her
He was breaking everything they were
He wasn't the same
She felt like a game
He played around and thought it cool
He should have seen she was no fool
He thought she'd always be there
and took for granted her love
She saw right through his immaturity
and decided to rise above
She walked away and gave him no say
She'd see to him another day
Her heart was better than a thing of play
She knew she'd hurt, but she'd be okay
Walking away seemed the hardest part
but he never really deserved her sweet heart
She should have seen it from the very start
He wasn't one to ever be smart
Two different worlds they'd been
Two different loves they'd seen
Things and people change
She feared their love had turned strange
Excuses and lies
Forced conversations and 'whys'
Either she had changed or he did
but she knew it was time to call it quits
And quit was what she did in the end
Hoping to call him, at least a friend
anything more just proved to show
They were two different people, Too young to ever know.

One

When One called, the other answered
One reached, the other held
One caught the other when they fell
One kept the secret, the other had to tell
One filled every space the other felt within
One loved the other, through thick and through thin
One brought a smile when the world brought the tears
One fought the demons that brought on the fears
One stayed strong for the weaker of the two
and One kept their love alive and true
While One screamed the other did too
and then they cried together painting over the blues
One smiled and the other grinned
One took control and the other gave in
One called the other out on any fault made
One saw to it, their love would never fade
One put the pieces together, when brokenness took over
One got drunk on love while the other seemed sober
One gave everything to let the other know
That One they would be and forever it would show
One is who they are, whether near or far
One is what they'll be no matter the scars
One Through the heat and the cold
and even when the thunder sounds bold
One heart made of two, united in every season
One person to live for, One love, One reason.
Two they say is better than One
But I believe Two are only better when they can be One.

Word Lust

She sits all alone in the corner of that library
Reading a world she wishes to slip into
One that's brighter than the one she lives in
One where lies are false and love is true.

She escapes into a world of words
Finds her place between each alphabet
And just as well as the words reach into her
She reaches in, and to the story takes herself near

She drowns into an ocean of thoughts that each new page brings
She allows every line to sink into her
Till the moment her heart stings

Stings to know she'll only have this
as long as she's looking into a book.
She'll only be happy when the words surround
As long as she allows herself the solitude of that nook

In her corner surrounded by words and readers alike
she found a place that brought peace of mind
where her demons preferred to sit quiet
and allow her, the word-hungry soul in her, to find

Her need for words to console and words to make whole
is a need that will never grow old
She falls between the pages when the world can't carry her anymore
She is cradled and nestled in the comfort of the pages, that just seem to know

In that spot in the library she's found more to life
Than she ever could elsewhere
She's a dreamer, a doer, possess a lust for words
The girl with a story to share

It is there she fell in love and stayed
There all her confessions made
Only pages of the books she read
Have seen her colors brighten and fade

They've seen her in her loneliness and also in her joy
She's turned to them for every overwhelming feeling
And every ass disguised as a boy

Those books will tell her story
To some young reader like her one day
The hearts shes drawn or the tears that stained pages
all will have something to say

The dog ears and crumples of pages over-read
All will tell the tale of the girl
who for anything other than her fictional world, never cared

In that world of fiction lies her heart
And there is where it chooses to stay
Who needs reality and all it's problems
when happiness is found in the unreal anyway.

Short of Words

Kissed
Dazed
Another
Amazed
Her eyes
His gaze
Desire
Ablaze
Hearts
Fazed
Love
Admitted
Blinded
Committed
Smitten
Acquitted
Tied
Together
Bound
Forever
Promises
Spoken
Never
Broken
Always
Open
Passion
Awoken
Past
Asleep
Hidden
Too Deep
Secrets
His
Hers
Theirs
To Keep
Open Books
Stolen Looks
Dates
Fate
White Dress
Bouquets
Vows
Rings
Summer
Spring
Life
Strife
Tough
Talked
Fights
Walked
Slamming doors
Tears and more
Apologies
Embraces
Make-up
Heart Races
Kissed
Dazed
Another
Amazed
Desire
Surrender
Love
Render
Gaps
Filled
Love
Spilled
Spent
Incoherent
Entangled
Bare
Words
Share
Beauty
Defined
Charm
Kind
Fingers
Intertwined
Two
Created Life
Three
Him
Her
She.

The Three Love-eteers

Philia

A friend he’d never known, like the friendship between him and her had grown

They shared their lives like they filled a diary, pages that were wounded and torn

All their baggage and life’s weight, was now not a burden too heavy to hold

In each other, their trusts were entrusted, a move they made confidently and bold.

Eros

She was his everything. He loved her with all his heart and wished to woo her in every way

She was his lover, his universe, his sun for 11 months along with May

It was no secret he loved her dearly, a truth no one needed to be told

He loved her unconditionally, heart, body, mind and soul

Agape

She found herself at gun’s point one day, a little adventure gone horribly wrong

He came out of nowhere and stood before her, said it’s where he belonged

And the trigger was pulled before she could tell him he didn’t have to

He gave his life, for the woman for whom his love was always true.

I write an anecdote like this one, to explain to you 3 types of love

Philia stands for brotherly love, a friendship that holds strong

Eros is for the romantics, with a love like that nothing can go wrong

Agape is unconditional, sacrificial, God's kinda love, lets you belong.

Words Like Her

He wishes to write words that fit together like the way their lips do

Like the way her body aligns with his when they are one

How she is the words he thinks he’s won.

He wishes to write words that flow together 

The same way those expletives make their way into the air that surrounds them

And just like words that hypnotize, she does too.

He wants to be able to put together lines that when read, will look like the dark lust in her eyes

How they pierce and reach into him to tug at his heart

He wants his readers to read his words like the way he reads her every reaction 

Constantly, his words are driven by that infatuation

He wants to create a piece of literature as enrapturing as her,

As intimidating as her smug smile,

As heated as her teasing gaze,

As warm as her skin,

As soothing as her voice,

As strong as his love sick craze,

He wants his words to form an allusion in the minds of his readers

So that they would all know, just who his muse is, and yet know they can’t have her.

He managed it, he thinks.