a little house for love, & what's left after it

The Rhyming
Reasons

every ache, given a meter

Poems about the falling in, the staying, and the learning to stand up straight again afterward — written the way blossoms fall: soft, unhurried, and a little bit at a time.

from the notebook

By the Time You Love Me

on loving first, and paying for it later

I loved you long before you knew, More deeply every day. I gave you more than I should have, And hoped that you would stay.

When others made a small mistake, You stood there by their side. But when the hurt was coming from you, You asked me just to hide.

I said "it's fine" a thousand times, Though every word was wrong. I kept forgiving what you did, Just so you'd stay along.

I watched you smile for others, With kindness in your eyes. The same kind smile I begged to see, But never once got mine.

Dimlight

on worshipping warmth, and dying in it anyway

The dullness of the light And silence of the night. I swivel around you, While you shine too bright.

This warmth is life, I assume Warmth is all, I consume While you watch me burn, You reign in this doom.

With ticking of the clock Closer to death's door, I knock. Warmth still dear to me I continue on to gawk.

Drowning in ocean of light Refusing to put on a fight. I bow down to your tactics Dying in this silent dim light.

Maybe?

on regret arriving just before it's too late to matter

Maybe this is the last Of us together, And we'll meet again Next to never.

Maybe we'll walk Different ways, And never talk For countless days.

Maybe we'll move Much too far, And see each other only Among the stars.

Maybe I was Out of my mind, And should have been A little more kind.