Spilled Ink from the heart and soul of Poet and Author Richard M Knittle Jr.

Seven years You and I have been through a lot since we first met out on the streets when I was searching for my lost son, and I wrote you that first poem. I called it Blue, like the color of your hair than from there, the words kept coming as I started writing all about you as you became my muse and inspired me the most, causing me to write the most beautiful romantic poetry that I have written so, of course, we got closer whenever we were together and when we we're apart I thought about you all the time knowing you were always just out of reach. After that, I always felt that falling in love with someone you can never have, is like falling in love with the moon and the stars, as you can see their beauty, everywhere in the midnight skies but can never fully grasp them or hold them in your arms. it has been seven years since I first saw you, and yet I still love you today the same way I used to love you back then, just as I will tomorrow and all the days after that

Who I am?  Who am I are the thoughts  that are always running through my mind searching my whole life everywhere I could but only more damn questions is all I ever find, I know my name that is for sure  I mean unless I was actually accidentally maybe might have been you never know switched  at birth, I know who my family  is at least most the time, yet there is nagging questions that fills me up from the inside as if my heart and my soul are always getting confused causing me to always run yet there  is never any place to hide from me, so who  am I? I know that I am an addict  and I will always be, at one time addicted to drugs and alcohol now just relationships that are very harmful to the person who is me, I have been a father to my four sons albeit not a very good, one that I admit and I have been  a son to my father who always thought I would not amount to anything at all and a brother to my little sister and brother and even a mother fucker yet I keep searching for who and where I

  Wanted I know I am not really much to look at nowadays I wish you could have seen me years ago before I Knew about sorrow and regret. I was really something else, but today I am a little worn out, as I have been used up so much so there is not much left and lied to so many times that it is hard for me to even trust anyone at all. I am bald, lost my hair a long time ago, and well, to tell the truth, I am kind of getting old. My heart might miss a beat and it is missing a few dozen pieces, but that is only because it has been broken so many times before, but it still pumps I know because I am still standing here and it will even pound now and then, I still believe with a bit of love, patience, and understanding I know it will beat out a melody of love with a rhyme and a reason once again. I am not looking for marriage. No, I have walked that road a few too many times before just a walk on a white sanded beach holding hands with a friend, not really looking for a mom to take care of me,