The
Children
Can't
      Sleep
At night...

    ...And
We're the ones
Protecting
   Them...

A man changes his wall paper.
Shortly afterwards, winter comes to an end.
He says to himself that he has changed the seasons with a single
                                                                                    deliberate action.

The seasons begin to change,
So slowly as they always have.
Midway, a man finally feels it-
He changes his wall paper.

The seasons say nothing.
Because the seasons do not feel.

Because they are felt.

he lost her somewhere on his notes
spilled feelings on red ink
heart crumpled beneath her toes
her love on his skin
she wrote it with her delicate hands
and a mischievous grin
and it says - I'm yours forever
a cursed tattoo for a slave
she added a pentagon
star shaped burn  
a mark that bleeds in eternity
eyes that haunts his sanity
like a million promises
filled with millions of holes
smoking in circles
burning
the way things burn when love holds no more meaning

It's something about the way my breath
gets just a little deeper when I'm near you.
It's something about the way my eyes
open just a little wider when I see you.
I am happy
to be alive,
I accept life with open arms,
open eyes, and an open heart.
Because I have you;
Because you have me.
And together, I have no fears
and nothing stopping me
from being happy,
nothing stopping me
from loving you or being loved.
Nothing stopping me
from taking on this world,
with your hand in my hand,
and your love in my soul.
With you as my king
and me as your queen,
we will live in the kingdom of our love,
together, endlessly.

Smiling forward towards the sun,
Now you see what you've become.
Chosen fate you can't decide,
The earth opens, a mile wide.
Something rises, takes your hand,
Slowly smile as you descend.

I miss hearing you excitedly explain your dreams about Bill Murray saving your life
I miss hearing you explain why you never take Advil
I miss hearing your voice slur "what" and "hmm" together in a way only you could,

asking a question and simultaneously thinking about it too.

I miss telling you about why my mom takes the scissors out of my room.
I miss telling you "sorry i called last night" when i got drunk and you
weren't around,

(even though that never really stopped)

I miss my heart forgetting how to work every time we were together,
like morse code through my body pounding the scaredest possible "wow"

I miss you telling me "You're the worst" with a cocky smile.
I miss lying under the stars with you,
just looking while our friends made out beside us,
my neck uncomfortably on your arm because i was too shy to lie on your chest.

I miss sitting on your lap and worrying I would crush you,
and you reassuring me out of pride that I wouldn't,
that I couldn't.

I miss that day when we were drunk in you're best friends bed,
I was too scarred to kiss you so I just giggled,
and too drunk to remember how it eventually happened

I miss you making me feel small and beautiful and wanted.
I miss you making me feel big in a different way than my height ever could.

Beautiful. When I see you I see that you are wonderful.
Reserved. When I am around you I want to explode
Numb. Everything is weak.

But you hit me in the stomach.
Like I'm falling off a cliff
Like I'm about to slip
When can we get back to love

Tender. Your fingers are electric
Happineess. You bring me peace.
Love. When you feel so alone, you get blind to the girl who is right. By. Your. Side.

Balance.
So far there is no balance
In this world
This world where words have no value
Hearts are asleep
And lies
Are better than knives

Beautiful. When I see you shine
Smiles. You bring a light into my life
Freedom. Will I ever find you?
Will I ever be able to look at and move past the blue?

That was the year her father died. She never knew him, but she sees herself in his pictures and regrets not calling him. That was the year the man she took to her sister's wedding turned out to be Gay. The year she lost all hope In love. 2012 was the year her old brother took her hand for the first time and told he loved her, as she tried to hide her snot and tears In a room full of strangers her dad knew. That was the year her thigh developed scars. The year she rode her bike everywhere. The year she never fully knew whether or not she had friends. The year she stopped caring about the relationship between her and her step dad. The year she stopped respecting him. A lot of the Friday nights in 2012 were spent at her older sisters house, watching movies and eating brownies Laughing. A lot. That was the year she grew stronger. That was the time she lived for herself. With 1012 came a new outlook. 2012 *** the year that she knew who she was and what she was doing in life and found out that as hard as it is to move forward, life does go on. Mo matter what.

When a gloomy day comes upon us

The world closes its windows firmly shut

Dull, thundering clouds roam around our families

Rain drops plunge towards the hills and mountains

Trees jumble together, protecting each other from the storm

Thoughts of sadness travel through the cold, crisp air

Yet, when a small hint of sunshine peaks through the clouds

The rain breaks off and humanity finds there is a reward for such sorrow

There, in their gardens and lawns, stand dozens of flowers

Growing higher, higher, and higher still

Blooming into something only people with pleasant souls can describe as

Beauty.