Tired of crying
tired of eating
but mostly my heart
is tired of beating

She
She was everything
She was cool nights and sweaters
Mint leaves and tea
She was the softest shade of a morning flower
And when she laughed
The leaves shuddered against the simple chime
Her long soft hair was the color of maple pancakes and coffee in the morning
And also smelled like so
The wind would twirl it around its fingers
And sing against her peach skin
Her lashes, so long, would shine against the stars
And when she looked down
They seemed to reach to her toes
Lady bugs would crawl along the soft hairs and daze off into sleep
She never seemed to mind
Her full pink lips
Were soft and pure
Her tongue never spoke a trick
Even though she could
Her smile could freeze the entire world
And turn it to winter in a second
Though she preferred the flowers
Her eyes were so big with wonder
They were the color of water and sky
And seemed to flow like a running stream
Her body was so light and delicate
That the trees held her against their branches
Afraid that if they let go she would evaporate like the dew on a cherry blossom
She was so beautiful and pure that she seemed too good to be true
She could cure the world’s problems with a single sentence
And turn hate into a blissful state
She was everything
She was the crisp air on an April morning
The soft fuzz on a lavender stem
She was lace bras and chapped lips
And she was a sight to see

if you're ever wondering if you're in love
just think of that person as a flower
if you came across them
would you pluck it for yourself
or water it

alone:
the want to escape from people

lonely:
the want to escape yourself

no
i will not do you
any favors

my words
will not mold
to your reasoning

thoughts
from one mind
do not adjust
to another

and mine
are built
in concrete

if you don't
understand
then you are simply
not meant to

and that
is the beauty
of poetry

That's the difference
between myself and autumn
I can't let you go

My heart sits
for the taking
a poem
waiting
just for you

They may not call it
rising into love
but with you
it sure felt like floating

i've learned the hard way
that life will never be
as beautiful as poetry
and that we will never be
as perfect as we sound
when squished between
similes and metaphors
so while we don't fit together
quite as well as puzzle pieces
and you sometimes
might not complete me
as well as a cup of coffee
my hand still feels
quite nice in yours

and i don't need a poem to say that

he always took
her breath away
and he still does
just now
it involves his fingers
around her throat

the fear of losing more than your mind

i keep finding myself
stumbling over things
three feet behind me

Some days I wish
you had never given me
the time of day
just enough to make sure it hurt
when you walked away

as the thought of you
leaves my head pounding
I tell myself
the pain
it just another headache

Don't go into a book
expecting a sequel;

sometimes the end
is actually the end

the lightning
that struck
my heart
the hail
that crushed
my soul
darling
you are the most
beautiful storm
i have ever seen

and what was most surprising
was when you picked me up
by every piece
and hugged me
just the same

You tell me
To follow
My heart
I ask you
Which piece

i was a match
just waiting for someone
to light up my world
i never thought
you would leave me
to burn

You say my emotions are irrelevant
and send them to jail
but you can't just gatekeep
the way that I feel
But I sympathize
with the way you fall apart
so maybe one day we can cry
about who broke your heart

She gazed longingly after the wandering boy
Who seemed to notice everything
But her

i saw you last night
in my dreams, such a small world
we are becoming

you shove my face
into a shallow abyss
and tell me to find
the deeper meaning

I was stupid enough
To think I was where
You wanted to be
Until you admitted
That you were lost

Sometimes i fear
that my poems don't make sense
but then again
neither do my thoughts
and then i realize
we are all just trying
to make sense of it all

Your mouth is *******
Rolled in a joint of lust
I move my lips
Desperate to get a taste
Of my paper addiction
I inhale your exhale
With a parted mouth
The very thought of you
Making my eyes dilate
My limbs dissolve
In a pool of sugar skies
And all I can whisper
Is "ecstasy"

it's up here I can see
just how small we all are
and yet together
we can make for
quite a beautiful view

Now I know
How betrayal feels
To be burned
By your very source of light

writing is easy
when your heart is in the lead
your mind in the back
of itself
i guess
but as soon
as something happens
worth writing
my brain says
i told you so
crosses the line
my heart left
in the back this time
locked away
bleeding
along with
the pen
as i run
out
of
ink

It's sad.
I'm sad.
That the society I live in
will shove me in a box
That the people of this world
will look at me
and see not the words of my story
but the art on the cover
i'm sorry
If I'm not what you expected
For my voice leaks from the edges
And I color outside the lines
or
should there have been
no lines
to begin with

it's autumn
the trees are letting go
of year long relationships
so why the ****
can't i

You watch helpless
as i burn
and demand to know
who did it
but how can I say

It was you
who lit the match

it hurts.
i wish it hurt enough to cry.

My broken heart
was in your hands
And yet you said
it came that way
As you stood there
complaining
And wanting
your money back

One day you will see me
The way I see myself
And that’s what scares me the most

If I sit still
I drown
If I move
I drown faster
You could pull me out
If only you weren't
The quicksand

so many poems
have started with you
but all have ended
in him

words drip like honey
from your chin
i lick up the syllables
that make me grin
teasing me with talk
of your favorite sins
and then making new ones
against my skin

I suppose I am
a midnight sky
as you keep
finding reasons
to be afraid
of the dark

I'm so tired
of wanting things
I will never have
gaining things
I will never want
and being left
with nothing

I don't care if I'm at the top of a ******* cliff
If you are drowning at the sea below me
I'm going to jump