• A poem in short...
    is when you tear the heart
    out of the torso of your soul,
    throw it forcefully against the page
    and hope desperately,
    that it sticks on the first try.
    So now for you I write this poem,
    and spill the blood of emotions
    for a cause as just as you.

    Within me I keep...
    my pain and my sorrow,
    my narcissism, my rage,
    my churning inner turmoil,
    and these three little words
    yearning, longing to be heard,
    but knowing that your stubborn ears
    are not yet ready to listen.

    However disheartening it may be...
    I will wait for you to open your heart
    and receive the these three little words
    with an open heart.

    Even if I must wait a lifetime...
    even if that times never comes
    and I am to die in waiting,
    the chance that you may one day be mine
    is all the motivation I will ever need.