YOU **** A BIG ****.

she was lighter
and he was cigarette

she needed him to feel worthwhile
and he needed her to feel the flames

but just like every lighter
her light ran out

and just like every cigarette
his fire died

and just like that
they forgot who they are

how wonderfully terrifying it is
that just in my lifetime alone
i've seen thousands of faces
and out of those thousand faces
i still remember yours

but darling, your divine image
is slowly starting to fade
and with each day,
your face blurs.

the creases in your eyes
smooth out.
the lone dimple
that cratered your cheek
is forgotten.

and slowly,
one
by
one

those wonderful green eyes i once adored
become the green eyes that now belong to the cashier at the grocery
and your sandy hair that i once tousled
becomes the sandy hair of a new love

and just like that your once immaculate image
becomes another face in the crowd.

"why are you so sad?"

alas,
the question of the century.

why am i so sad?
when will i learn
to get off of the cross
i've nailed myself to
because ******* it,
i am not a martyr.

why am i so sad?
perhaps,
because all
i've ever craved
was freedom?

no,
that's not it.
just today,
i was craving
a donut.

and hell yeah,
i did get it
because i have
such loving parents.

so no,
it's not my home life.
of course it's not perfect,
because if it was,
then i'd never want to leave.

is it school?
i have wonderful friends
and ribbons tacked to my wall
to tell me otherwise.

or perhaps,
it's the fact
that everything
is so structured
that i'm having
such a hard time
believing that
nothing's
ever going to crumble.

Hot oil burning  kernels
                      Jumping in stomachs
                                       Exploding and delicious
        Hot and   steaming    burning
Red like pokers
                Molten from flame
                                Bursting lips spark heated
Words like firecrackers.

It has been more than a year
More than a year since I fell for you

And it has been almost a year
Almost a year that I stopped falling

Months have passed since I last dreamt
Dreaming of your lips on mine

But a part of me still loves you
A part that will never go away

And you may not have been my first
And you won't be my only
But you will always be my love

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sometimes, lost in thought
i come to realize how much one person means to me

a single act
can change the course of my life
from a simple, 'hi, what's your name?'
can lead to a conversation
to a house visit
to a night full of crying
because you're finally comfortable with another human being

and it gets to the point
when you realize
a simple hi
made you feel needed
and now, without that hi
you quite possibly
wouldn't even be alive.