The Crescent's Edge

I wrote you but you'll never receive it
Not because you jump faster than you listen but because I will never tell you
I will never tell you about the poems half written because halfway through I realized it'd get misinterpreted anyway
I will never tell you about the nights I spent half sleeping half dreaming of you half wishing I could have one fucking night where sleep would come as natural as death to these fantasies that I dare entertain when the realities of these nightmares keep me from love
They wane with the moon but often my dreams are full of a vast nothingness that is my subconscious
and I submit to these words these whims and love you back with all I have,
though I am not enough for myself and still I am not enough for your love

When eye meets eye is where we'll meet.

December

Act 2
I slow down so I can love you
It's a race between heart rate, the start of class and your fingers as they they work to compose the most generic of symphonies depicting your love for me
My mission to conquer the injustices of the world brakes and I love you
Hallways hear the pause in my stride, feel the remorse in my sighs and ghosts of past lessons silently watch me lose track

November

Act 1
I wake up
YOU
Quickly
Frantically
Erratically
Searching
Scouring
Chasing
Time
Stops
At long last
Found
Composed
Send
"Good morning baby"
Breathe

“The moon stay quiet but the sun spoke, 
Still can’t blow away the pain with the blunt smoke …”