The Things I'm Made Of

The atoms that compose me once came from kings and queens, heroes and warriors, lovers and sinners. I understand your desire to bow. 

The Unexpected Wonder of It All

I wanted to ink your smile into my skin so it'd never fade. Carve Pablo Neruda's poetry into the sky with plane exhaust. Hold a boombox over my head and blare 80's pop songs beneath your window. But I don't have the money or the resources, so I hope you'll settle for the only things I can manage: three words and a grin. 

The Phantom Limb

Sometimes, I'm sitting, and I feel
Really empty and hollow, 
Like I'm missing something really important. 
Like there was a song I heard once
Or a poem I read
Or something I wrote that I lost. 
Like it'll never be enough because there will always be something 
That I missed
Or forgot about
And sometimes I think
It's just
You.