I will never understand how
the biggest rose,
can be supported
by the smallest stem.
I will never understand how
the most beautiful things,
can be handled the roughest.
And I will never understand how
the hardest things to go through,
are the most valuable lessons to learn.
Love is not without a price.
Supported means your weight
is someone else burden.
I will never understand the letters
that tear my fingers to shreds
as I pull out the heart
you left on every tear stained page.
Love is pain.
Pain that you gain
in waves of regret
crashing upon banks of memories.
I will never understand how
the green in the grass
matches the green in my face
when the word 'love' comes to
grace the air with its presence.
Love is the crying in the corner,
and the hollow 'i love you's
that stream through the cracks,
at the bottoms of doors.
The bones of your past
are welded together
to make a beautiful disaster
of hopeful dreams upon the
wings of butterfly kisses.
Butterfly wishes
that move through the wind,
as a new found romance
reminds you the pains of your past.
And the broken shards that seep
through your freckles
are all out for the world to see,
but cover up,
where's the bb cream
no know can know
what the walls of my bedroom do.
The strains of my past
and the cracks in the gaps
between the letters of
'i love you'
that don't come without a price.
I will never understand
why the sun rises to kiss the treetops
and how the birds still sing
in the midst of a hurricane.
But I guess some things are meant to be misunderstood.