You

I've sharpened this pencil
to write you a poem
20 years old

I've lightened up a candle
to read it aloud on my own
words of gold

Endless lines run away and out
the fiber hard brains
won't ever let them sprout

But you

It's you and I fall apart
like the weaker magnets
from a magnetic chart
and it bumps my head on the floor.

From both sides here
I'm not the one
who wants it more.

Nightmare

Incense
smells you
when my eyes can't see

I blindly
blame you
for my misery

I lay awake
I twist in bed
I wait
for dreams to come

But I can't sleep
and stare

in the darkness
victim
of my own -
nightmare.