i really am proud.
a new state of mind,
a new state of body,
and a new state of soul.
and i got here all my own.
good job,
me.

~lt

though my heart longs
to see you,
i could not bear
to have you look at me.

i would not want you to see
the sadness
that has overtaken
my eyes.

~lt

i often think
about that windy day
in the park.
the way you looked
when you thought
there was ever a chance in hell
I would leave you;
that you could somehow
be too much
of anything
for me.
i wish i had stopped
and held you
and looked deep into your eyes
and assured you,
beyond any shadow of a doubt,
that i was yours
if you wanted me.

i often think
about that windy day
in the park.

~lt

is it not tragic?
to name ourselves
human
but to not act
humane.

~lt

i guess
we really are made up
of the people that made us
and broke us.

~lt

as of late,
my days end
with missing you,
dearly.
because,
in the end,
nothing really feels
like you do.

~lt

it was enough,
you know?
when i loved you,
love
was enough.

~lt

and what must i tell my heart
when it asks of you?

~lt

i wonder
what we had.
did we fall in love?
it felt so easy,
like wind and trees
or sun and flowers.
of all the cosmic pairs
that ever made sense,
none felt more so
than you
and i.

~lt