same boy you’ve always known

I know you’re out there
and I want you to think
good of me,
but in recent years
time hasn’t been
what it promised to be,
you taught me all
about the good and the bad
when you yourself weren’t sure,
and despite all evidence
to the contrary
my life isn’t as pure

and now I’ve left
your ways, and grown
into something, of my own
I know how you feel
but I’m not the same
boy, you’ve always known.

I know you’re out there

and maybe even

wondering what went wrong,

although it might be true

but we are right

where, we actually belong,

the times we spent

doodling our lives

on the dried canvas of dead leaves,

love me or not

but it wasn’t something

that was meant to be

and now I’ve left

your side, and grown

into something of my own,

you might feel betrayed

but i’m not the same

friend, you’ve always known.

black and white sketches.

i drew some
black and white sketches
last night

sketches of coffee cups
and steamy words
with no sugar
and cream.

sketches of bearded moon
hanging with
falling fireflies
and coughing out toxic breaths.

sketches of smoke
and spirits
masking the true sound
of art.

sketches of a lady in
red, walking away
in the rain
under her cover

walking away
from the black and white
sounds, of despair
and pain
of broken heart

isn’t being alone together
better than
being apart?

the foolish heart

I wake up each day
with a promise
in my foolish heart,
for some love
from the days of past,
but this promise
never seems to last
for long,
and just like
the days before
this day is gone,
but with a little hope
for tomorrow
my star shines
out in the blue,
and I fall terribly easily
yet again
for you.