Sometimes,
The best feature of something
Is it's completion

Don't kick the dog who lays down when it's told to

Instead,
Ponder why you haven't done the same yourself

I envy the fables
Of the constellations, the Greek and Norse gods
Of the winds, sky, and oceans
And people and lands of a time long ago.
I know they aren't perfect
Not something to crave entirely
But I think these narratives offer hope
When the world feels vast and unrelenting.
Anecdotes of how the world came to be
And chronicles of mighty beings
Some sad, some happy
Most a mix in between.
Legends told for ages, passed down and remembered through time
To teach others long after you've gone.
Sometimes, I wish I could be a part of such a great legacy
To have a tale so big that people never forget
That I ever existed at all
That I'd loved, lost, fallen and struggled time and time again
And still got back up in spite of it all.
Can I, too, ascend as they have?
Would the world remember my name also if I did?

I think
The real reason my mirror and I
Have never been friends
Was not because I am unlovable
Nor because I am the monster I believe to be
But rather
Its that the eyes of which I look upon it with
Are not of those around me

I realize now that I am blinded
By the glimmers of light reflecting against it
And the dust and dirt muddles the details between
So that I could never see the full picture before
Maybe that is why
I've thought I looked so strange
Compared to others
For so long

Who knew that the flowers that grow inside my very soul

Would flourish just because you have stopped by to visit

The worms dance at your presence

Beetles follow your muddy foot steps through woven paths

While the snails and slugs cling to your pant legs

Hitching a ride for something glorious to experience

And the leaves of nearby trees try ever so gracefully

To kiss you with each gust of wind

Clouds part way so the sun may shine through the cracks onto your skin

And the blue hue of the sky brightens under your gaze

That's just how beautiful you are to me

My garden groweth over at the thought of you

The things I would do,

The people I would become,

If only had you asked it of me.

The amount I would reinvent myself

For a simple whisper between

Would astonish you.

How does one do it?

How can you spend your whole childhood
Living a few doors down from your sibling,
Your enemy and your hero,
Your greatest foe and worst friend,
And then suddenly
All at once and out of nowhere
It's over?

Your room isn't the same anymore
The walls are bare and your bed empty
I realize I haven't seen your face in ages
And we haven't talked in months
I wish we could stay just a hallways distance away

In my dreams we are still kids
And just a few doors down

For you, I would do anything
Ill drape my jacket across the both of us
Lean against you so that you shiver less
Holding your cold hands in my own
Rubbing them against my jeans and blowing on them to generate enough heat
On cold windy days
When the sun decides to stay within it's blanket of clouds
You always forget a second jacket
But I don't mind
Because even though my hands are always cold
For you
I'd always give what little heat I have
To make sure you are warm too