breakup

The full moon will return

Poetry 
I thought I was waiting 
On the right time to say this.
But I was right all along
And waiting was wrong.

The anger is changing
How I read your reactions.
Emotional violence
Ignites the dark silence.

The full moon is hanging
Somber in the smog.
We flash down the 10 West
“Would you just give it a rest?”

My fears do the blaming.
My ego is a paper maché planet.
We guard against the unreal,
We drown in what we feel.

Darling, we are waning.
Shadows crawled in our heart.
But the sun will still burn
And the earth will still turn.

And the full moon will return.

It’s not what you say

Poetry 
It's not what you say,
It's what you don't.

What are we doing here?
Was that another year?

I'm sorry I can't decide.
I'm sorry I need your time.

I'm just afraid of making that leap.
I'm just, afraid. 

I know that you would be relieved
If I told you that I believed

In people's ability to change
And gracefully rearrange

All of the habits we have grown
In false secrets we don't own.

But I don't think I believe.
I cannot give you that reprieve.

Not yet - at least... My dear,
My soul feels full, this year. 

And I am trying to see it
To feel it and to breathe it.

To want what I've got
And not pine after what's not

Mine or not going to be
Mine for eternity.

Okay, I think that's enough
My now, my comfort, my love.