Slipping

Slipping away
Little by little
Reaching out
Into a rushing
torrent of water
And grasping
at nothing,
carried away.

I'm such a jackass. That is all.

Inner/Outer

Inner turmoil
Breeds
Outer creativity
Seems I can only
Create
When I am twisted
When I am torn
Apart

Two Boats

Two boats drifting apart
Once tied together by
The stoutest of ropes
And sailorly knots
Now distance increasing
Farther and farther

Hope

I hope you find
Someone that can hold
Real, in their arms
I hope you love
Someone that gives you
Their whole heart
I hope you believe
That you deserve
All the things
That I can't give you
I hope you quit
Me and all I am
Because I can't imagine
Not having you