The time I spent in his green eyes
Has me spinning
Drunk off the rush and beauty
I could feel them tenderly stripping away my passion
and silencing my conscience

My body aches still to be touched
Despite my heart's fear of desire
of one day beating
-only for him

After all,
the challenge was
to keep hearts out

I didn't ask to fall for you
But that didn't stop you
from catching me

you will never be forgotten.
ever.
your name twisted into metaphors and colors and distractions will forever
be painted across pages and pages of her favorite brand of notebook,
no matter how many she burns
there will always be one she forgot,
and she will only find it once she had almost forgotten you.
she will find the one Papyrus notebook
and all of your metaphors and colors and disractions will come flooding back,
just like how the ocean in your eyes
flooded her heart all those years ago.

What is love
If not many?

The odds are in my favor
But number are like stars
And they aren't always aligned

Learning to take a bullet with grace
Is the most painful experience
Life can teach

Silence comes
  from bones
that rot in the Earth
beneath a wet stone
with a carved name
   white as good teeth
in a hard jaw.

Silence is
  a homerun some kid
hit in Tennessee
in 1973 and a father
remembering the ball
  going like a bullet
deep into left center.

Silence is
  a brother grimacing
whispering your name,
through salt
  and tears on his cheeks,
one last time.

Silence, it just is...
  quiet, like pain.