What You Are to Me

I keep trying to run away

But I keep ending up next to you—

Even on this dark day.

Tell me what I am to you

And watch me disappear—

Never stop missing you.

Transcend through the stars,

Upon the eve of hypocrisy.

I can’t help but wonder where you are.

My heart flutters, does not beat,

The guilt is eating away at me—

Tears have never been so sweet.

        DannYetman
http://yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com/

Juliet

Lying face down in the streets,

Praying to stay sane, never giving in

I don’t always say what I mean

But then again I don’t always win

I’d rather not fall in love

Don’t want to pray for distance

Then again it might be fun

Might never be a difference

Take me away

And hold my hand

We could slip away

Hand in hand

It’s all I’ll ever know

Hand in hand

It’s all I know

What do you think I should say?

Biting my lips, sitting in the rain

A bus will take me away

Out the window, staring at stars again

I thought that I heard your voice

But there’s no one left around

I’ve forgotten how to breathe

I’ve learned I’ll never get out of this town

Take me away

And hold my hand

We could slip away

Hand in hand

It’s all I’ll ever know

Hand in hand

It’s all I know

I’d rather not fall in love

I’ll remain unseen, never have to speak

Juliet sits in the rain,

Don’t know what to say, never felt so weak

Take me away

And hold my hand

Juliet

Hand in hand

Take me away Juliet

Hand in hand Juliet

         DannYetman
http://yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com/

You're Killing Me

I’m lost in the trees that used to conceal,

Being torn down the middle, right in two.

You’re killing me slowly; you are surreal—

I hear your voice and don’t know what to do.

My dogmatic figure falls to the meek,

I must summon courage and speak anew.

Even blackbirds cry as I do weep,

I crumple into memories of you.

Alas, I stare at stars from the rooftop,

Teetering on a ledge, no ground below.

Under my breast my heart lays still, full stop

Time seems to move fast but my tears dry slow.

Will I think to try again tomorrow?

Or sit on this ledge, still draped in sorrow?

      DannYetman
http://yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com/

I'm Dying

On the outside you walk by and say hello—
But on the inside you're screaming, banging on the walls,
Hanging from a breaking rope yelling for help.
On the outside you appear to be calm, even bored
But on the inside, your heart is pounding—
The pressure in your head is a reminder
That you’re soon ready to explode.
You smile, say hi—your eyes saying nothing more.
You’re just pretending to be happy,
You know you’ll be the first one to be replaced.
It’s a wonder you can still stand—your mouth is dry.
Wait until you get home to break into pieces—
Then find out there’s nowhere to call home anymore.
You appear to be tired, almost ready to fall asleep?
 But on the inside you're feeling hopeless, melodramatic.
You say you’re perfect but at the end of the day,
Who’s the one sitting on the edge of their bed, dying?  
    DannYetman
http://yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com/