Did I Miss Something

You haven't called.
You haven't text.
Did I miss something?
Is it over?
Was it ever really started?

You came on to me.
You talked to me.
You called me.
"Can I take you out some time?"

If the offer still stands,
Bring it on.
If you've changed your mind
Then let me know.

I know there is an age difference,
But I'm almost over that now.
Give a woman long enough
And she'll rationalize anything.

So if you're still interested,
Bring it on.
But if not
Then, at least let me know.

If You Need Me

All that I have in me
Screams out at me
To tell you the truth

But I look at you and
You're happy
You're content

I can't throw a wrench
in your relationship
You have a girlfriend

You're happy
...so that's where I stop.
I'm here if you need me

Can't Go Away

I'm always there
...floating in the background
Won't I go away
you ask

I can't go away
I've tried many days
I'm just a ghost from your past
I will always be there
...sometimes tangible
...sometimes only a faint memory

Soft as a whisper at dusk
I am always there
I am always near
I will never go away
Though I've tried many days

The Fine Art of Hiding my Feelings

I smile when I'm near you
I laugh when I'm with you
I think about you when we're apart

I want your undivided attention
I've fallen in love
I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to happen

Your the sweetest I've had
but I didn't see it in time
I didn't mean
to play with you
when I had you
I didn't realize
I was playing with my own heart

I didn't tell you my feelings
When I had the chance
Now, I'm the not so proud
owner of a Broken Heart.

You can't see how it is I feel
I've mastered (to well)
the fine art of
hiding my feelings.
I'm proficient, but to much so.

So here, on this paper,
I lay out my feelings
for you
...to never see.

The Color Black

Black is the color of night
the color of darkness
the color of death and evil
But
Black in itself
is not night, darkness, death, or evil
Black is not evil

Try To Live It

I go to church
I bow
my head

I mean it
I try to live it

I feel like such a hypocrite
So many times

I weigh what I do
or don't
do

But do I do
what
I say?

I go to church
I bow
to God

I mean it
I try to live it

Not My Lips

He always kisses my neck.
I suppose,
That is because I won't lend him my lips,
Even for a season
Or a one night stand.

How I feel

I'm so confused
and it's not by anything
It's just my own thoughts
the denial
and
reality of them.
I know how I feel.
I don't know
what to do with
how I feel?

I like him
I don't l**e him!
...do I?
How
...could I?

I know how I feel
but what to do
with how I feel?
Do I keep it to myself
or
share?

I'm just afraid.
I may wreck my feelings
by giving into them
or
my heart
for not.

Days To Come

succeed with life
inspired to write
think of being different
gotta model the best way

sometimes you won't change
I caught myself

distorted future
clouded dreams
sober visions

its using friends to learn
smoking is bad
college is abusing
and life's not through
till you've lived it all

To Cry

to cry,
drop a tear,
gently,
splashing,
a small dot on the paper,
drys up,
is gone,
never there,
no one knows.