As Much as I Used To

I find

that I don’t love you

as much as

I used to,

you have shown your cards,

your flaws,

your imperfections,

your tells,

you have shown your weaknesses

and bared your soul

to someone


you have shown compassion

to the very same

when it was not deserved.


I find

that I don’t love you

as much as

I used to


I have loved you more

with each passing day


It’s Just a Heart

The heart is an ugly looking muscle

that has long been made

to look like something

it is not.

The heart has a purpose,

a practicality,

a pulse that gets

the body and the mind

working together by its many

intricate vessels.

The heart is an ugly looking muscle,

that is to say,

it ain’t pretty but we’d all die

without it.

Beauty does not equal function

nor does function equal perfection–

I do not literally die

when I hear how hard you are

on yourself;

my heart keeps beating, aching,

wondering how your heart

clearly ain’t showing you

what every other practical one

sees clearly.

It often skips a beat,

something normally abnormal,

but understandable

when it senses you.

It doesn’t literally die,

it functions like it should.

The heart is an ugly looking muscle

and it’s beating in this imperfect vessel.

This heart is an ugly looking,

imperfect muscle

but it knows a good heart

when it sees it.



She’s ever elusive, out of reach

Yet she has permanent residency

Here in my mind, maybe my heart

But this isn’t the machinations

Of lust, or boyhood crushes

There’s something there,

Something I never felt before

Calm, warm, soft to touch

Like velvet on a winter night

Other women have come

Left their mark and never return

So I pray this time she stays

For it’s my soul, that now longs

For her reception.


The Next Big Thing

The next big thing

is just a band

a song

a man

ain’t no rhyme or reason


to strike up

arguments again

because it’s all

just a con

ain’t nothing

that won’t get gone

except for her

she’ll stick around

with world renown

be the next big thing

and that’s a hill

I’ll die on