Whose destination is love.

YOU and you and You are my definitions.

I’ve learned that I’m just in love with a concept.

Life doesn’t work that way.

I want the best of all;

I always end up with

The worst of everything. 

Departure:

August 4th, 2009.

YOU opened me and I bared all.

Can I have the secrets back that I gave YOU?

Can Pandora have her box back now?

Time capsule the 4 A.M. conversations we had.

Can I have my time back now?

Or is that too much to ask?

I am forgotten.

Estimated Time of Arrival:

I want your embrace,

The last one that felt real in a long time,

That felt like more than

Obligated bodies pressed together

Anticipating the separation,

The safety of space.

you’ve seen the remnants of HER.

you’ve seen me slip through HER fists

Like HER hands were never closed.

Maybe I love you for fear of not loving HER,

Fear of learning to love myself again.

Anyone who’s tried knows it isn’t easy. 

Yet, I am desired.

Still calculating . . . 

Tell me Your fears.

I’ll listen because I have my own to share.

My fingers hurt

From hanging on to Your every word.

And everything You’ve said

I feel like I’ve heard

It all before.

This time it feels more than real.

It feels right. 

But I am unrequited.

I am forgotten.

Yet, I am desired.

But I am unrequited. 

I am a time traveler

Whose destination is love.

Departure: 

August 4th, 2009.

Estimated Time of Arrival: 

Still calculating . . .