Faith Elizabeth Brigham Poems

this feels awful
i'm not sure loving you
is worth the pain
you can either make
...

this could be the love
that lasts forever
or it could be the one
that ends tonight
...

my days of being blue
are over because of you
your love has freed me
and you always seem to
...

oh little trembling bee
i am finely tuned in
(to your wavelength)
and turned on by
...

there are no words
i can say that could ever
express the depth on my pain
rendered speechless by
...

i do not speak
nor dream of you
seldom do i
think of you
...

i don't understand how
you could sit across from me
making people out of toothpicks on the table top
as though we weren't in this restaurant where you just picked a fight with me and made me cry
...

the aged poet
a prophet and
master of the
art of connecting
...

yes, i remember
that game we used to play
a kind of mental foreplay
we started with a simple phrase
...

it's what's
in your heart
that really matters
let it be love
...