Injured Heart

He is the one
With an injured heart.
He's been beaten, broken,
And he fights for his life.
He is the one
With a gentle soul.
Despite his pain, he loves
A girl, an injured heart.
She needs him there,
And he never fails her,
Even when he's breaking.
They complete each other.
He is a prince,
With an injured heart,
A knight who stands alone
And must fight the whole world.
But he has her,
And she does her best
To help him bear the pain.

Big Sad Eyes

She was the girl with the big sad eyes,
With the shaky hands and weak smile.
She was the girl with the big sad eyes,
With the gentle heart and fierce soul.

Human Affection

Like everyone else in this love-starved world,
I desperately crave human affection.
The touch of a hand,
A warm body to hold,
Two of the many ways we share
Our human affection.
I want it so keenly
The edge cuts deep into my flesh,
And spills my love-starved blood on the parched earth.

Empty Space

I stand
In chilling rain drops
To take the edge off my rage;
Their sweet sting
Absorbs and dilutes
Tears of hot fury.
The heat of anger
And the coolness of the night
Cannot exist simultaneously.
They cannot be near each other.
Alone in the rain, in the night,
I only feel peace.
Each kiss of the sky's fingertips,
Brushing away my wrath,
Is another taste of freedom.
In this empty space
Between the last house
And where the sidewalk runs out
There is safety.
Not amongst the people,
Not out of their reach,
But alone;
Nobody ever thinks to look in the spaces between.

His Moon

He was the earth,
And she was the moon;
Forever together,
Yet always apart.
Reaching to each other,
Made for one another,
They danced in silent synchronicity.

He watched for her,
Both day and night
While she circled around him:
His satellite.

He held her close,
And he kept her safe;
Forever separate,
Yet always one.
Reaching to each other,
Made for one another,
They danced in satisfied simplicity.

He waited for her,
To bask in her light
When she circled around him:
His satellite.

Many

To many pains
Turn into too many tears.
Too many days
Turn into too many years.
Too many silences
Turn into too many thoughts.
And too many tensions
Turn into too many shots.

Potential

All that potential.
Potential, potential, potential.
All I hear is
"Look at all that potential."
"Think of your potential."
"I don't want to see you waste your potential."
What even is potential?
A future doctor, lawyer, teacher, President?
Did all of them have this thing called potential?
And were they ever more than their potential?
Nobody sees that there is more to me than potential.
I am more than a "future,"
I am a "here" and a "now."
Potential. What could be.
Am I defined more by who I might become
Than by who I am
And by who I've been?
Making mistakes and learning,
But hurting my potential.
Does knowledge and growth
Come at the cost
Of this damn potential?

I Need You

When you feel unwanted,
Remember that I need you.
In this world that leaves us
Alone and broken and scared,
I need you
To hold me close,
To be there when I cry,
To tell me it's all okay.
I need you
To let me hold you close,
To let me be there when you cry,
To let me tell you it's all okay.