It's not about love (love poem)

When I look up into the stars,
I do not wonder how far away they must be,
Whether there are other planets orbiting them or not does not concern me,
I do not think of the constellations that are formed by their presence,
I simply look at them and think, my what a beautiful sight.
That's simply the way I look at you.

The longest journey taken, starving all the while,
climaxed by the discovery of a sweet apple tree,
taking the first bite of the fresh fruit,
feeling the juices run into my mouth and down my cheeks,
just can't help but let a big grin spread across my face.
I get that feeling when I'm with you.

Every now and then I stop where ever I am,
and I raise my arms out in the air,
let the wind just flow through me,
feel it's gentle kiss,
I'm at peace then.
I'm at peace when I think of you.

I simply couldn't love anyone else anymore than I love you,
If that seems impossible then it shall be proven to you in every way it can,
and if that's not enough, than I shall go on loving you without your love in return,
it's not about the love I receive, it's simply about the love I give.
Makes me wonder if it's not about love at all.

Silhouettes (dark poem, don't read if dead puppies make you cry)

Silhouettes take to the fogged up windows,
the heater's running but still I'm cold.
Heavy weight pressed in my chest,
no heartbeat there anyways, too scared to bleed.

A series of shrills,
I listen to the anger and the rage.
Mom's silhouette shoves his,
he retaliates.

Mom's silhouette falls out of sight,
cold overcomes me, I pull Mom's coat up over my face.
Fear takes hold of my face causing it to become stiff,
Mom's silhouette has been gone too long.

His silhouette leaves for a while,
I think of getting out but decide against it.
Mom's silhouette begins to appear just as his silhouette comes back,
he strikes her in the head, I know his arms aren't that long.

My last breath escapes in a roar of terror,
vision blurs as tears erupt from the corners of my eyes.
I launch up and plaster my face to the window in the car,
the silhouettes disappear.

He's not there,
but neither is she.