Poems?

Sometimes I think I love you. I roll the word around my brain. I taste it in my mouth. Have I known it before? Do I know it now? What does it even mean, To know love? It wears different faces For everyone it meets But keeps the same name. I cannot say what it means to me. But I know I felt it once. I hope I feel it still. It's just that... Everything is quieter now. Buffered through the heaviness Of time and of living. My mind always tells me to rest. To think of it another day. A day in which I know myself. In which I am not so weary. And I always agree. I sleep. And believe the lie That such a day will come. Perhaps this is because, In truth, I do not want to know.

When I was young, The smell of the night air Would make me want to run. Through fields and forests. As far and fast as I could. Until I dropped. Only then would I rest. Finding a place within the leaves Or in the earth To curl up and sleep. With time, I would forget. Forget that I was human. Forget everything beyond Running and dreaming. But I grew older. And found I could not run. I was not born for it. But I can dream. So I sit at the window As the night air drifts in. And I dream of the future I wanted, But could not have.

Beauty and the Beast Pale Horse Tree Handmaiden Watchtower Where Did You Sleep

I had a dream last night. I think it started out with vampires. We were trying to find them. I don't know why. Then it switched. A girl was following me, telling me she could read my future with cards. I didn't know what she saw, but she kept asking me to play their game with her group. I started, and met a man who was beautiful. He looked like a drow, but tall and slender. He said he'd been looking for me. (Again?) He gave me a silk scarf the color of evening. He said it was the way to get to him. If you put it on the ground, it would form a road where we could meet. I took the scarf, but I was afraid. Not of him, but of what I felt. I left, and ran from the girl and her friends. She kept trying to find me. I was looking for somewhere to hide. I headed for the darkness, and it was alive. It ate me. I was unconscious. When I woke she was above me. I had a mark on me. The vampires were there in the darkness. I was shut away from the man who gave me the scarf. It had happened before. It wasn't supposed to end this way. Not this time.