Simply Put

It’s better not to make frilly verse
Conversation with candy hearts
It’s better not to use silver coins
The copper ones will get you just as far
For less

It’s easier for me to explain
Using small words
That fit together nicely
Like daisies in an open field
Or cotton instead of silk, it’s plain.

It’s harder to understand
Non verbal communication
I’m not sure what I want
Or how to put how I feel
Except for putting it simply

I don’t want a car or a big house
Diamonds or even pearls
A big bed or a big ring

Simply put
I just want you
No one and nothing else will do

to put it quite simply
using only three words
simply put-
i love you.

12:01

This is the worst day ever
But all bad days end
I said so very gently
You said I couldn’t even comprehend

It’s 12:01 now
And I just got a text
Telling me that you’re safe
I fear the worst
but I love you best

This is the worst day ever
But all things must end
I know I love you better
And you’ll never comprehend

Autobiography

I was born at St. Joe's hospital to humble beginnings. An older brother and a mom and dad. I was raised throughout my childhood in Dexter on a street infested with children of the worst kind. We had two big trees out front and I dreamt of climbing on the roof and jumping into their enveloping branches. Surely they would catch me. I recently drove by and to my dismay the trees had died and all that was left were ugly stumps like scars reminding me of what had been. Years after I was born we moved into a farm house to build a house in Ann Arbor. The farm house marked possibly the worst summer of my life. I had grown up in the yards of my neighbors and the farm house was on a road where the cars would run you over without ever a thought of stopping. The heat was deadly, so that summer we wasted away, sweating buckets with a tiny fan and tv reruns of I Love Lucy for companionship. In September of my 11th year we poured the concrete basement of my new house as planes hit the World Trade Center in New York. Tragedies had riddled my life in the past year and this was an unexpected new form of fear. We moved into my new house in December of that same year just three days before Christmas. During the following year i would completely lose my faith in God. I had friends that were going astray left and right and I was trying to follow something or someone ever so desparately. I thought that in so many ways, God had failed me, but it was truly I who had failed God. For three years after this point I struggled with popularity issues, eating disorders, depression and the want to feel loved. I went through cycles of hating God and not believing that He existed. During this time I had entered high school. I started a great job babysitting for a little girl that I often think of as my own. She had just been born weeks before I started babysitting for her. During those years I learned more than I ever thought I would. Through the grace of God I found a book that brought me back to him. "Eucharistic Miracles" was the name of it and I remember that as I read I grew deeper and deeper in love with the one who loved me most. I finally met people that would give me a steady place to stand in a world that moved from underneath me. Before long I would graduate highschool and then move on to greater things. Now I feel like I've better found my niche in the world. Hugs are my speciality. Every once in awhile I drive by my old houses and think about what used to be, and I still babysit that little girl, only now she has a sister.

Upset

To say that I’m upset would be an understatement

You told me that you were frustrated with me

And didn’t know why

I sit here in an upset state

I begin to be ocd again

Picking at the scabs in my ears

Looking to smooth what is rough

Curling into a fetal ball

I close my eyes and begin to cry

I couldn’t sleep last night because

You were upset with me

Now I’m upset with me too

And it’s different the emotions that come

When you are mad or sad with someone else

Then when you are upset with yourself

The tears fall much slower

And there’s no help to get over how you feel

You just sit there and pull yourself apart by the strings

I did that last night

This morning you are still upset with me

stitches

Stitches on the map
Tell tales of love and loss
The little lines weave together
Pulling on the tissues of my broken heart
Oh! If they could bring us too, back together
Stitches protecting the fragile nature of within
Lest my heart should
Tear open again

Stitches on the map
Run parallel to the journey
On which I go
The stitches running seamless with the land
Though our paths will never meet again

Thankful am I for the stitches that cross
Holding back the ruins of my broken heart
Reminding me everyday I go by
That there’s a man
I love
and on the stitches
he died

Resignation by Nikki Giovanni

I love you
 because the earth turns round the sun
 because the North wind blows north
   sometimes
 because the Pope is Catholic
   and most Rabbis Jewish
 because winters flow into springs
   and the air clears after a storm
 because only my love for you
   despite the charms of gravity
   keeps me from falling off this Earth
   into another dimension
I love you
 because it is the natural order of things

I love you
 like the habit I picked up in college
   of sleeping through lectures
   or saying I'm sorry
   when I get stopped for speeding
 because I drink a glass of water
   in the morning
   and chain-smoke cigarettes
   all through the day
 because I take my coffee Black
   and my milk with chocolate
 because you keep my feet warm
   though my life a mess
I love you
 because I don't want it
   any other way.

I am helpless
 in my love for you
It makes me so happy
 to hear you call my name
I am amazed you can resist
 locking me in an echo chamber
 where your voice reverberates
 through the four walls
 sending me into spasmatic ecstasy
I love you
 because it's been so good
 for so long
 that if I didn't love you
 I'd have to be born again
 and that is not a theological statement
I am pitiful in my love for you

The Dells tell me Love
 is so simple
 the thought though of you
 sends indescribably delicious multitudinous
 thrills throughout and through-in my body
I love you
 because no two snowflakes are alike
 and it is possible
 if you stand tippy-toe
 to walk between the raindrops
I love you
 because I am afraid of the dark
   and can't sleep in the light
 because I rub my eyes
   when I wake up in the morning
   and find you there
 because you with all your magic powers were
   determined that
I should love you
 because there was nothing for you but that
I would love you

I love you
 because you made me
   want to love you
 more than I love my privacy
   my freedom   my commitments
     and responsibilities
I love you 'cause I changed my life
 to love you
 because you saw me one friday
   afternoon and decided that I would
love you
I love you I love you I love you

Daffodils by William Wordsworth

I wander'd lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the Milky Way,

They stretch'd in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.