Time doesn't heal wounds,
The wisdom that comes with time does.

You give me that feeling
Like I've been missing out on something my whole life.
You washed ashore from the bar into my doorway,
Kissed my sleepy eyes.
I wanna take you all the way,
I ran out of things to say an hour ago
But I can't lose you now.

A state of gymnophoria I'm not well adjusted to,
Sink your teeth into my soul,
Just a little,
You could be the one I've been looking for.

I think I might be in too deep already
Taking a plunge into rose colored lips
I wanna see you more than just one night,
I wanna see you tomorrow morning.

He said he respected me too much
too take a conversation in unwanted directions
And I didn't try to argue with that.
He was the only guy who ever told me he respected me enough to treat me like the lady I was,
And not just a woman's body,
Or almost nothing
Which made me both happy but sad,
That in my twenty years, he was the only one to think of me as more than just a stupid girl.

I don't really want to write a poem about you.
I don't want to try to fit you into a group of words, like you were just a quick beautiful nothing that fluttered in my sight.
I don't want to think about how you only exist in my memories now, and that I feel terrible to say and feel that these past three years have passed me by so quickly.
I hate to say my most vivid memory of you is the way your lifeless body lay in your casket,
Your braces still on your teeth.
And how I had to leave my biology class because I couldn't stop crying,
I didn't understand.

You'll always be seventeen,
But I keep growing older.
I keep looking at the same pictures of you,
Nothing new.
I think that makes it feel even more real: when that's the only place you're tangible,
If only in the tiniest bit.

4:45 in the morning
But time has no meaning here
I went to bed with the suns dying rays
By the light of a flickering log fire
I sit in the suns early morning light
Listening to the dawn chorus as I try to write
No good so I lay down my pen
How can I compete with nature so grand
Perhaps a bit later unwritten words will flow
But until that time comes
I'll sit and watch nature grow

He wasn't very beautiful, no.
Nothing extraordinary.
But he was everything I was looking for.
Car rides from school have been imprinted in my memory like hands in wet stone.
His cigarettes filling up my lungs with smoke and leaving my brain rushing and wild.
The way he looked at me, I couldn't even tell you.
I never had anyone look at me that way and haven't since.
It wasn't as dreamy and beautiful as I might make it seem,
Still remembering it with my former teenaged mind,
I spent most of my time wanting him to **** me in the cleaning closet upstairs at our after school job,
Or at least touch me, nervously.
But that never happened.
I did however find myself touching him.
Reaching into his soul and pulling him out until he couldn't hide from me anymore.
I made myself his home and stored his thoughts, desires and pains in myself,
Like his suicidal tendencies,
His misunderstandings and anger,
His love for my friend, Katie.
Different than ours.
I felt heartbroken,
Yet so happy as long he was,
And while it seemed unfair
I finally passed infatuation and found love in its purest form,
No matter how unfair it was.

You captured my heart in the waking dawn of a warm summer morning.
Gold flecks caught in your eyes, shimmering like pixies in the sun.
Running through dewy patches of newly blossomed flowers, I felt newly blossomed too.
Under trees and in between leaves,
I found love in your body and soul, enchanting and enticing,
Throwing my head back laughing at everything you said to me.
And I saw it in your gypsy smile,
That this wasn't to be forever,
But I didn't mind.
I laid in meadows of wildflowers and spelled your name out in petals, until the wind swept them up to some place far away.
The taste on your lips like sweet nectar dripping onto my tongue,
Your hands soft and gentle, caressing my face like a child.
I unbox my nostalgia, piece by piece like little russian nesting dolls as I speak of you now,
and consider you almost a dream,
so long ago and so brief,
It almost doesn't feel real to me anymore.