She jumps into puddles

As if they are lakes.

She leaps over stones

As if they are buildings.

She stalks through gardens

As if they are jungles.

She knows who she is,

And she is free.

turn the lights off

so we can talk

and focus just on

each other’s voices

just one time

i want all of your

attention on me

three minutes will do

let me say how

much i love you

before i can never

see you again

Loneliness is red.

When it comes it sinks

And pulls at your insides,

Dragging your spirit down

Into a world without light.

It gets under your skin

And stays there flowing

Among the blood pumping.

It's empty weight, and it's

Bursting at your seams.

It's so heavy that you try to

Release just a little, so it comes

Pouring through your eyes;

However, each tear only seems to

Draw you deeper deeper down.

The only thing strong enough to

Pull you from the inner flame.

Is somebody else calling your name

crumpled misshapen balls

litter the ground, and the pencil

struck out thrice long ago;

the clean white paper pile shrinks

as what the writers have to say sits idle

because they are unsure how to explain it