Coffee Shop Girl

Here is my Valentine poem. I've been wanting to write a love-ish poem for awhile, but never have had much reason to. But this idea has been floating in my mind and so here it is. Have a Happy Valentine's day everyone. Whether single or in a relationshit, make the best of it. I will be working. That is all. <3

There is a silhouette inside my mind

Of a woman in the future, ahead in time

The ideal picture is foggy, and yet a dream

But I imagine I’ll know her, the instant she’s seen

I want a girl that can drink her coffee black

And still enjoy sweeter things, while typing on a Mac

A fellow writer, artist, a kindred spirit with whom I can relate

Someone with dreams and ambitions, to do something great

Someone to calm my nerves when stress abounds

And sit with me awhile when I fall down

A coffee-shop girl with a character, so bold

Who can curse like a sailor, but have a heart of gold

She’ll be a girl with whom things make sense

And I’ll pray to God she’s got chill parents

I hope she and I don’t need each other at all

The best love comes from choices, and so in love, I’ll fall

There Still Remains

I wrote this poem a few years ago for a Valentine's poetry contest in my school newspaper. It reflected a very real time in my life where I was struggling with problems of the romantic sort.

Your train stopped by

Late one autumn

How could I know

I’d hit rock bottom

The pieces flew

In every direction

The image of you

Only a broken reflection

Now I sit in this mess

Looking for peace

Searching for rest

I breathe in this smoke

Regretting every day I never spoke

Despite my crashes,

There still remains

Love in this wreck

Love in these ashes

Without you

I’m lost in my head

Wandering in the dark

Walking among the dead

I still hold onto

The things you said

The way I felt

The way I bled

Your words are

Clear as mud

But there still remains

Love in this darkness

Love in this blood

This all has to soak in

Our silence must be broken

What can I do?

I’ll never forget you

I’m fixing these pieces and parts

There still remain open arms

And love in this heart