lately i have been asking myself
how my love for you has not yet dwindled
into nothing but a ghost
after all
you have broken my heart into pieces
too sharp to gather without cutting my fingers
on the edges.
my fragmented sanity has become a dagger
that you have used to stab my chest
and the tears grazing my cheeks
taste as bitter as the words
that i wish i had the courage to say to you.

(k.t)

our physical bodies are trapped
inside an ever-fluxing cosmos
in this dear hairline crack of time
and yet still our existence is stressed

operate quicker
get there sooner
figure life out faster

that we never stop to think
how shameful we are to rush
in a delicate presence
that is a momentary blush

Sometimes I dream
About doing something stupid
Reckless
Foolhardy
But that's just it
A dream

As you sit their with your white skin
blowing bubble gums
becoming one with your phone
as you research the latest drama
blasting music from the latest artist
I wonder is that all you are?
Is your beauty just the make up and attitude towards life
Now trust what I say you're gorgeous
But as you stroke your pants and you stare at me with those blank eyes
Touching your cheeks to make sure you aren't "fat"
Wearing clothes to show off your "personality"
Something about how you look
Attracts me to you
and as you nibble your finger nail
and give me a small side glance
as you quickly turn away
and imagine days on the beach
I look at you and imagine the same thing
To bad our personalities
are to distinct
To finally become one

I don’t hate you
I hate that the image I had of you
was destroyed.
And I hate how obvious it is now
that I wanted you
so much more
than you wanted me.
I hate that you don’t know how much
you make this hurt.
I hate that I cried over something
that wasn’t worth my tears.
I hate that I miss you
and I hate how pathetic it makes me.
I hate that when my phone rings
you’re the first person I hope it is
but the last person it’ll ever be.
I hate that I believed the words you said
and I hate that I’m letting you get to me.
I hate this never ending pain.
I hate that I love hard
because my feelings die slow.
I don’t hate you
I hate that I never really mattered...

She believed in magic
that rainbows lead to gold and leprechauns
that santa came to her on Christmas eve
the tooth fairy traded her money for her teeth
the Easter bunny left the eggs
that Jack Frost would come nipping at her nose.
She believed in everything.
She brought spirit to the world.

Then she got older
she no longer believes in magic
its just a trick of the eye
she's followed a rainbow and found disappointment.
there was no gold, no leprechaun.
Her faith in santa dissipated
he’s just imaginary.
She’s lost all her baby teeth
the fairy stopped coming long before that.
Easter is just another day to live
the eggs were no longer hidden they were all gone.
Jack Frost has lost his significance
she welcomes his frosty touch.

As she got older reality slammed into her
all the things that brought her joy as a child were gone

They died with him.

Her father.

When he disappeared from the world so did the magic
The Leprechauns lost all their gold
North and his elves all froze in the Pole
Toothiana lost her fasination with teeth
Bunnymunds eggs all cracked
but,

Jack Frost still lingers
Coming around every winter
leaving the roads icy and the trees dead.
During the first snow she always remembers his warning
“Bundle up or Jack Frost will come to get you.”
She now embraces the chill of Jack Frost.
He brings the numbness she so craves and can only get during the winter.
He brings the cold that freezes everything inside her.
He brings her closer to him with every snow and cold breeze.

He brings her closer.

there's something to be said about love
and how it can make you feel like
you're flying
or
burning alive.