solitude

the rain falls heavily on the roof

as if telling tiny stories

outside my window

so this is how it feels

when anger eats you up like

a monster

when solitude licks your skin

and fills up every starving pore

i'm all alone.

a lost shoe in the middle

of a wet hard marble road

abandoned, forgotten

is there anyone to claim me

from the coldness of this hour

from the chains of eternity i take

no pleasure in disovering

i am just alone.

a black diary with blank notes and

a set of rainbow colored pens

that know all the secrets

i am getting tired of thinking

that i love you and have no way

of giving freedom to the words that

have been longing to be claimed by your lips

i love you and you don't love me and still

i love you

i am still alone.

this boy i have met or

have never met and

will never meet again

pain is so sweet especially

when it is written in poetry

when the words make the bruises

sound like they are marshmallows

pink and soft and fluffy all over

i do not want to be alone.

a book of poems about

promises and memories and places

it's as if her words were all mine

if it were possible to forget you

to make your secret smile and your

warm eyes and the way your hair falls

over your head explode like boiling stars

from the cages of my memory i would have

raced time to get to the only way i can

i will not be alone.