Just Not Today

Sometimes, quiet is good.

There are times when a lot is too much.
I understand,
I hope you do too.
 
Alone is something that often escapes.
Company flows into
surrounded, flows into
smothered.
But this is in no way goodbye.
This is in no way bad.
You have yours, and I have mine.
 
Passion cannot sustain us;
we need slow growth, steady growth.
 
I hope that we never have to say never.
I hope that we'll be able to say forever.
 
I want to be able to say that I love you.
But for now, I only have love for you,
I am not IN love... yet.
I want to love you,
I wish I did.
 
And I wish that you'd love me too.
But I don't think you do.
Not yet.
Not yet.
Maybe someday...
 
just not today.
 
As hard as I am trying,
I can't push you into love with me,
I just have to let you fall.
And I will fall with you.
 
And when we reach the bottom,
we can catch each other
and never let go.  

Don't Let Go

To my Lambchop :)

Whenever a tiny grain of doubt

lodges in my mind,

when fears tickle my heart,

here you come to clear it all away.

Chase off any unsure thought,

any frightened inclination.

When my terrified heart

looks for a reason to condemn,

for a reason to walk away,

you wash it in comforting

and concern

and love.

My heart is full.

I never want to lose the feeling

I have when you're holding me.

I never want to forget

the excitement of starting this

adventure with you.

Don't let me forget.

Don't let me go.

Pull me close and hold me tight,

because I

never

want to let go.

Because I Need To

Fallen away.

Gone.

What was there

isn't anymore.

How it was

isn't anymore.

The rain falls softly.

The sharp taste of sobs

held back

in heaves of hidden sorrow.

The end of the clouds

is far away.

For now.

But winds change quickly.

Hurricane.

Tropical storm.

Simple rain clouds.

All fill the world with a dreary

haze

of gray and cool.

Pain

hidden well

beneath a baseball cap

and the feign of fatigue.

Weeping,

not only from pure sorrow,

but also from fear.

Crying to feel something

other

than confusion

or haste

or panic.

Crying

for the sake of pity.

Crying for the

joy of pain,

for the comfort

of sadness.

Tears just because

I need to.