The Triangle.

when you walk by
you smile at me
thats when i can sing
but you dont stop
i am not your destination
even though i use to be
there she is
standing, waiting
to hold the hand that use to hold mine
its so unfair
i know you better
when did best friends become separate from
lovers?


i feel like this could be sooooo much better. and go in a different direction, but its what i got. now tell me what it needs.

A Cliche Kind of Love

"i love you"
those ruby red lips speak to me
but then,
you call me "buddy"
my heart breaks
into one million pieces
at this simple word
you are my cliche
girl loves best friend
best friend loves other girl
love hurts




me no likey.

Wordless

Your sweet breath on mine,

the taste I kept,

breathing in the words you wouldn’t say

saying the things I didn’t want to hear;

our goodbye.

your arms secured my body

pulling me close;

I wasn’t letting go.

your hands were mocking mine,

making a memory of each curve,

consuming your heat through

the gray cotton,

pushing on every muscle

to remember what strength felt like.

your eyes fell intensely into mine,

I’m sure you felt my heart clap,

our bodies were pressed

so close.

your hands, tracing up my spine,

tingling my senses

till they cradled my face in between.

you held me there so I would listen.

you smiled at my reaction

and at the sound the crickets made

while quickening their pace from the

heat we radiated,

before bending low to speak;

“goodbye’’

your lips spoke to mine.

“goodbye”

mine spoke back.

Our language we kept in sync,

singing in harmony

for our last brief moment.

Then, you pulled away with

one last look.

Your head lights were smugged

by the combination of salt and water,

but I kept watching

as my world changed.

that is my poem so far.

i was wondering if i sounds sleazy. and if i need a different title? and what about the ''enjambement''? add anything you think. seriously. i wont cry... in front of you.

i am a failure.

i do not have anything to say to you right now.
you will have to be patient.
my immune system is weak,
and too busy fighting off the bad to allow creative cells to breed.
so please take this time, and read somewhere else.