I know
im a goody goody.
i clean after myself,
and sometimes others.
i hold the door open for any and all
and i hate being late.
But you,
you my love are just the opposite.
you get into fights
you curse
you are someone i would avoid a year ago
but now i cant get enough of you.
my heart leaps when we touch.
our kiss is perfect.
you, my love,
you are something bad for me.
and i love it.

No phone, no facebook.
Simple, old fashioned email.
When we arent together, thats what we do.
Whether its setting up dates,
or just passing time.
My heart leaps with joy when i see your name
up at the top
waiting for me to read it.
i dont care if it takes longer.
this is something unique to this relationship.
to us.

When i see you, i cant help but smile.
You let me forget my worries, if only for a few moments.
Your name is so unique and adorable.
Im glad you dont read poetry.
Im so quiet, and you are so loud and outgoing
what makes you like me?
Opposites attract?
Im horrible at sports,
while youre making every basket.
Our lives cant be more different.
But i love it.
Me, the book nerd
and you, the athlete.
Whats in store for us?

Today was horrible.
Just the worst.
Just like yesterday,
and the day before that.
Right?
No.
Life may have its downs - some days more than others.
But think.
Just Think.
At least one good thing happened.
Just one.
Talked to an old friend?
Someone complement your hair or clothes?
What about your favorite artist?
They release a new song or album?
New book?
Did someone dare to smile and wave at you?
Just think.
Life is not only downs.
As the days go by,
It gives us ups too.
Just think.
When you woke up,
when you got to school,
When you got home,
on the bus
or an the path,
or in a car.
Who did you see?
What did you see?
What did you think?
Was there fear?
Anxiety?
Maybe there was.
But Just think.
About those happy thoughts.
Those happy times you had.
Because they will be back.
Just give it time.
Just Think.

Her eyes danced with the tiny flames that held a secret
each growing brighter when they urged to yank
the oxygen from her heart and let the sparks console
the deep holes bursting with pleasure
She dabbles in the waves of fire and brimstone
The honey dipped arms monopolize the dry neck
Squeezing harder, and harder
The metallic taste of rust shoves in front her teeth
Her eyes beg to fall out to stop witnessing the desecration
She tries not to let the secret out
but her decomposed body bows down to the forensic earth
Lying in her death bed she knows
She tasted the burnt coals
And forgot to tell Adam
She won't see him in heaven.