So I'm saying my final farewell here
     to all that I've known before
And maybe in the process I've shed
     a tear or two.
But goodbyes are never easy, you know.
Try not to be sad for me though, dear.
Because, in all honesty,
This is the most liberated I've ever been.
I'm saying goodbye to the past
     and all it stands for.
No "see ya later" here, for I never intend
     to come full circle.
This is a one-eighty, not a three-sixty
I'm turning it all around
And I'm sorry if you feel I've changed
     too drastically
But maybe the truth is you just
     never truly knew me.

Why am I so scared of this?
I can't explain this rumble jumble
     of feelings tornado-ing
     around inside me right now.
I want it, I like this chance, I do.
But ****, am I terrified too.
And the apprehension itself
     scares me.
I'm standing at the edge,
     cautiously peeking over,
     as my toes creep ever closer
          until they've passed the ledge
     dangling in that scary oblivion
heart racing, breaths tumbling
     as they chase each other
     out of my chest.
I have to jump, make this leap
     or I'll never be sure.
I can't be too scared to try,
     too fearful of the fall,
     to risk the chance to fly.

One kiss, and an explosion occurred.
Neither expecting this, yet nothing different
     would we prefer.
I didn't fall for you gracefully,
but the siren's call of your soul to mine
     was a blitzkrieg attack.
And honestly, I'm looking forward
     to never going back.
For you, sir, have filled me wholly,
     completely my voids,
     and sealed shut every wound.
Every heart beat boomed in my head,
     drowning the sounds of all else
     the moment I knew for sure
     I had found it, found you.
Without trying, I came unfrozen
     as your voice caressed me.
My breath arresting, hitching,
I knew then, I know now-
     I want you to be
     my always and forever,
     my happily ever after.

Spy the turtle-there!
Playing peek-a-boo with me,
loving the whimsy.

Tiny buds push up
Popping their heads out to ask,
"May we come to play?"

Louisiana
Distinction between seasons
Almost unnoticed

Perfection now, but
mosquitoes will swarm us soon.
Spring is oh too short

The world is melting
Shuddering off her top coat
To display her skin

Spring-so colorful
But you want to know the truth?
Winter's more my style.

It's funny the pull one person can have.
The way they can make the world right-
     bring flight to your very soul-
Only to rip a hole through you
     in the very next breath.
I don't get it.
This whirlwind, this tornado of emotional distrust.
How did you gain such power over me?
I will gladly stand her to be showered by
     your kisses and professions of affection
     but all it takes is a split second of self-doubt
     and I'm left wondering...
Are you better off without me?
There are others, you know...
Much prettier, shinier baubles out there,
     just waiting to be picked up and admired.
I'm flawed, filled to the brim with troubles,
     not wrapped in nearly such a neat package.
Funny, it is, the way this ferris wheel works.
Just when I think I've found my comfort space,
     my safe place,
     ...whoosh...
there is goes, oh so quickly,
blinked away much too rapidly.
How does one person gather that much strength
     over my very own essence?
Funny the way that works.