can you see

i saw horrible things, my dear horribly wasted innocent babies your stomach would turn eyes would bleed and hearts would swell we live in a beautiful world choose your glances carefully shrivelled grass and skin blow in the wind like torn pages life

maturation

some day your voice will mature having lived many more years having shed many more tears. you will know more about yourself. you will have earned the right to have something to say. when the days of testosterone madness and crazed manic proclamations have gone the

hope

my head is pounding left eyebrow pulsing with pain. the words i spoke in anger changed the world before my eyes. maybe it was just my heart, but either way i cannot move from this sofa. i cannot hope to succeed. i cannot say with confidence, "life will soon be

waiting. wishing. hoping.

i wish i could spoil you. cook you simple meals as best i can. see your teary smile as i propose cry my own tears as you hold our firstborn. i wait and anticipate the day you'll be mine. every happy couple, every loving mother, every expression of love reminds me