His eyes shined
like stars in the midnight sky,
he is perfect.
This love is perfect.
The way he talks with his hands,
the way he walks when he stands,
the way he smiles at me,
he's so perfect to me.
The way we can talk for hours,
the way we kiss in the rain showers,
the midnight drives back to my house,
oh how I love him,
everything in life is so perfect to me
he is perfect.
I hate you here
I hate you there
I wish not to hate
because I am not one to hate,
but I think about you
way too much
for someone that no longer cares
I think how you were,
the things you asked of me
The things that were said,
the things you screamed,
the pain you charged at me
I still walk by that picnic table
and think of that night
you chased me down
when I wanted to leave
I still look at that park
and think of those nights
full of tears and anguish
The stars we walked under,
as if even they knew,
the end was near
the moon shined down a perfect light
for our shadows to leap on
I still drive by that path we walked,
the time you told me things you've
not admitted to others before me
I remember thinking then
that you were a complete mess,
and not mine to fix,
it was so very hard to let go
It still is,
and after the time that has gone by
I saw your car just the other day
It just set me ablaze
You ruined so many things for me,
you laid out these lies
that I was supposed to trust
you laid out your fear,
that you held onto deeply
ours and yours
it rang inside of you like a bell
billowing out like a nuclear blast
I wasn't sure of you at first,
you were adamant
you were misleading
you were comforting,
but the things you became
riveted me in such a way
that I haven't been able to overcome
I'm guilty of a lot things,
but with you I was better
I needed time to become that way
I needed time to heal from the loss I had before you
I wasn't given that time,
and we see the results now
We see the results of two people,
and getting lies
you are gentle breeze on
a seashore, and i am small
flitting pebbles stuck in the
sand, shuffling in and out
with the lazy tide. You are
the unending pools of blue
under a cerulean sky, and i
am small ripples of information
across a canvas made of you.
You are the familiar strum of
a gentle guitar on a slow Sunday
evening when the wind tries to
sing songs of me and you, and i
am the trembling, faltering voice
trying to challenge this wind to
a duel of hopelessness.
You are a slow walk in leaf-
covered alleys sheltered from
a busy life, and i am anxious skips
crossing the road, but only looking
You are the steady gaze of a
warm feeling spreading in my
heart, and i am nervous flits and
distracted movements, a shaking
body, and a cool heart.
You are the welcoming silence
into which my words fold
themselves, covered up with
blankets stitched with sighs,
and you tuck them all in.
i am the clutter of syllables,
against an electric sky under
which we sit in peace - draped
in rambling silences. Your search
for more, my search for less,
your heavy eyes, and my quivering
And we both go down together.
this is for you - you know it in your heart.
Strip the trees down to their bare bones.
The morning starts to bite as cold as night.
A golden arch that reaches up and down, we've walked it and it never looks the same.
It's raining in a picture and the ink has run,
running back and forth across your eyes.
It reaches in your skin and pulls your feelings out but always puts them back again.
Come one, let's take a walk.
Let's take a walk.
A whisper from the Earth where the leaves have dried,
cracking under foot without a word.
The sky is dimming out, it needs to rest - i'll bet - from holding up the clouds again today.
A breeze of only cold brushes on your face, sharp without the glitter of the sun.
The roots are growing old with marks that shape their way,
Crawling in and out of the light.
Come one, lets take a walk.
Lets take a walk, come on.
Sweater sleeves dangling past your cold fingertips;
leaves drifting soundlessly to your feet.
The air is so cool and crisp and it feels so clean
and fresh against your skin and in your lungs.
You can feel the past slipping away,
making way for the new and exciting things the autumn season brings you.
Long, intellectual, enlightening conversations
that happen in the coziest of places with the friendliest of people.
Warm coffees and teas drank next to equally as
warm fireplaces and comforters.
Ginger and spice scenting every home you enter.
Wishes being made and promises being kept.
Walking hand in hand with the love of your life,
wearing jackets and mittens and knowing that everything is finally alright.
Nose kisses and long hugs to chase away the cold.
I wouldn't call is autumn so much as the one time of year you ever feel at home.
Honestly, it's hard to find
One who's soul matches yours
One who radiates light and honesty, when
Kindergarten is a decade behind.
It's hard to find someone who's not a
A relief, it is then, to have you.
Cups of coffee in the afternoon
Our strolls down leaflined sidewalks, on
Dreamy mornings it's good to have a
Friend, when true friends are hard to find
I know that I always have
Somebody, and I hope you always know you
Have somebody, too.
Happy birthday, Anonymous Freak! I love you and I hope you have a marvelous birthday. <3