I jump for joy at the sight of your smile
Oh, how I love that smile
That ray of sunshine
That expression of glee

I've been split open
Sewn up and made new
But even the finest surgeon
Couldn't get rid of you

let's sit and be nothing, do nothing,
in the silence and murmur of the flowers
while the breeze holds and hugs those who sit alone
and let our hearts move with this wind.

I tried to write a sonnet today
but I just couldn't find the beat
and it'd be nice if this was a sonnet
about not writing a sonnet,
but it's not, because life doesn't always work that way.
Sometimes it doesn't rhyme.

With a ribbon of blue and purple,
I promise that this darkness
will not consume me again.

the moon competes with the sun
just like I competed with her long black hair
her piercing eyes that looked like the ocean
and the sky when I would wake up early

I watched the way you looked at her when you thought no one was watching
but I kept an eye out
every time I felt the hairs on my neck stand up

I questioned you about her
you said it was nothing
you told me she was your best
and you’ve known her forever
that nothing would happen
because you knew better

you said you liked her as much as I liked peppers
I used to hate peppers

but I guess things change

I now eat peppers

I’m still getting used to them

and you’re still calling me at 4 AM
asking if I like the taste
and I’m wondering if you really learned to love her

I'm trying so hard to be everything you want me to be, but in reality, I'm not any of those things

In love, there is a sacrifice:
Your happiness for your companion's happiness.
What they enjoy may not make you happy...
But isn't it worth seeing eyes light up?
Smiles stretch across cheeks?
Shoulders rise in anticipation?
*A thousand times *yes.

here I am sitting in my car and the sun is hot through the window
at 7 in the morning it dries out my lungs, ricocheting off the nearest alien
vehicle, here we are forgetting that we are not I
(and here I am pretending I am we), the sun increases
the pace of my breathing, who is the sun? they ask
with little care or knowledge of who I am, and we forget, ******
that we are not the sun (and here the sun is pretending it is you)
and my steering wheel is sticky and there's a mark on the floor
I can't remember what from (and here I am pretending I was there)
listening to this **** song I can't get out of my head
and it's not the one the sun thinks and it's not the sweat dripping down my shirt
and it's not the ******* car next to me, either
yet I can't forget, (and here I am pretending to remember.)