Nonsonnet

Forgive me my escaping into fantasy and fiction;

The realities in life can be too much for me to bear.

And anyone who looks can see that you are my addiction

When my heart is breaking every day because you are not there.

The days and nights grow longer in the time between your kisses

And I cry myself to sleep when I'm without your sweet embrace.

But when you're gone I fear that I'm the only one who misses

And that you are unaffected by the absence of my face.

So, if you ever wonder why I read and write so often

It is only to abate these fears and worries when they rage.

Your presence and your voice aside, the only things that soften

All the blades of pain inside me are the words upon a page.