The nights
When the moon
Lights up those
Normally dark streets
Are the nights
When you can find me
Wandering
Underneath the moonlight
With inspiration sprinting about
In my head
As I’m living in bliss.

Drifting in and out
Of consciousness,
Losing track of what’s
Real and what was just
A dream,
Focus is barely there.

Did I say something?

How long have I been
Gone
For?

And then my eyes
Are closed again.

It's like I'm skating

without ice.

You make him out
To be a monster of a man,
But I can prove to you
That he’s not.

Lost Dreams.

I stand
In the middle of this empty field
As my shoes become soaked by the grass.
On the sidewalk in the distance
I watch you take your final steps
Away from me,
And away from our memories.
Before you step out of sight,
You take one glance back at me
At the same time a shooting star crosses the sky.

That falling star
Carries millions of wishes
From hopeful, desperate people
That will never come true.

And as I watch that
Falling star above you,
I watch my dreams fall with it.

The First Time He Saw My Face.

The first time I presented
myself to him
while lacking makeup
I expected the worst.

He asked me
to lay down and close my eyes.
Afraid of what he might do,
and feeling self conscious,
I did anyway.

I was slightly startled when I felt
the warmth of his hand
caressing my face.

His fingers
touched each curve,
each bump,
and each imperfection
of my naked face.
He brushed and pet my eyebrows,
noticing their true color.
His fingers tickled my eyelashes
as I imagined a frown
forming upon his face
in disappointment.
He traced his fingers
along and around my lips,
memorizing their shape,
before softly kissing me.
With little pressure,
he massaged my cheeks…
and my temples,
causing me to relax.
He swiped my bangs
to the side of my face
to uncover my forehead:
a place he had never seen before,
even when buried beneath makeup.

After minutes,
he moved down to my arms,
my torso,
my legs,
my feet,
and my back,
rubbing and massaging
every inch of my body.
His fingers danced
on my body;
he used the fingernails of his
that were barely existent
to lightly run across
my beckoning skin.

And after he was done,
all I could do
was stare and smile at him,
and hope
he could read the words in my eyes:
I love you.