I love you like a five year old loves puddle jumping. Like fire-flies like flicking on the light inside them. Your a smooth well held stone as familiar to my touch as my own skin... examined again and again you begin to stretch. More like the sea then any old stone I begin to understand your love from me, I realize I was hardly holding all of you inside the palm of one hand, your encapsulating. I have been to church and heard them preach, how is it no one ever teaches about the heaven that can be created right where you are. I have never found faith in old made up words but you have me believing in new truths. I'll treasure you like farmers treasurer rain, like Christians treasure there own salvation, how curiosity feels when finding out the answer. You make me feel like the surface of the stillest pond inside a rainstorm, all of me remaining, even expanding but shaken up in the best of ways. I have cared about you from the moment I met you, I love you now and always. love your roomate<3

The Gift
She had silky red lips sipping on
Intelligence, and intuition.
Blue watery eyes
Perfectly disguise,
Intricately weaving words
That are shaped, then escape
Change the landscape
Of relationships and connection.
Gravitating truth to unexplained urges
Feelings all colliding, leading to one thing.
She is absolutely unique,herself.
Bring forth an Absolute beauty.
As well as drawing a connection for me,
Once again providing a bridge
This time completely unaware
Of the truth she has delivered.

She is no reflection
Only 94% same genetic makeup.
But our likeness has never helped me see myself
Not like it did today.
I saw her physically,
but more importantly
Emotionally.
She helped me remember
What I bring to the table.
Expression and a suave reading,
Of people and their meaning.
Helping them see pieces of them self
My gift of self-awareness
Gifted to me.
As I sought to see
Its more than red lips
Blue eyes
That are a bit alike.

Seeing myself inside her,
skin the exact same shade
sprinkled with sun kissed pigment
freckles parading across
the endless rise and fall of our bodies
Lost and scared her words
Reminded me I was there.
remembering even when days get dark
my gift, gifted to me,
A new light through which I see
myself, red lips and blue eyes
I love her for loving, and I love her like myself
sister, you helped me see
what is so loveable
In the same city that holds us tonight.
If you ever tell my story,say
that today was the day I was born again.

Thomas creek keeps moving
This water gives way to childhood play.
I think this place remembers me.
Old gravel road,
potholes lined in Oregon ferns
The same ones that tickled my knees
when I was as young as three
I think they remember me

Lazy light filters down to green
Earth, mud and skipping rocks
Serve as old novelties and
Time ticking clocks.
The only place left
That remembers me.

vast enough to hold my past.
The only green enough that last
Fountain of youth that makes me sprite
Jump into a past with such delight
Thanks for holding on.

Stagnate nostalgia
Remembering skinned knees
Deep breaths, cold water that calmed dread
youth to living all grown up
some things remain the same...
Do you remember my name?
Do you remember me?

you hold on to me with such intense gravity
our paths circling until we collide then
rewind time and start over
meanwhile i just want to pause this
stay next to you.

who knew loving was so hard
even when we are among stars
I can not hold on to you.

you are always coming or going
my mood weaning and waxing
this long distance costing and taxing
I can not hold on to you

a year has gone and pass
i have seen you through all of that
full faced and half hid
you know I have seen you
in every mood there is
I still can not hold you

eyes layered like forever galaxies
complex star lite forevers tightening
around an abyss of darkness
green blue strands of iris circling
a pupil, feels like a starry heaven
Just wanting to hold on to you
I would let the stars fall from the sky
If you would just stay one more night
Im falling for you.

Why can’t I hold on to you?

my chin quivers when I really get to crying.
that's different.
yours never did.
but your neck runs into your collarbones the same way
we have the same chin and nearly the same jaw line
mines just slightly more square
our eyes are exact in color not quite in shape
but equally transparent
skin the exact same shade sprinkled with sun kissed pigment
freckles parading across the endless rise and fall of our bodies
they both breath
we both have seen my childhood and yours
I'm sure the inside of your eyelids feel like mine
they look the same
I'm sure you feel it, when your alone and think my name
we are not so different.
In someways we are still the same
I will cherish it.

skin please hold in
everything
don't let her hurting me, seep, start bleeding
skin please hold it in
don't let her see what she is doing to me
like every muscle, ounce of blood
all parts there, but left unseen
don't let tears begin to bleed
skin
hold
in
everything.

You said you don't hate me.... paused and said always
pain painted in flushed cheeks, upon a face with no light left
a long time ago I made myself a book
let an artist leave a million words
in black lines across the top of my foot
It was a tree(me)
holding on to a beautiful barn owl (you)
stopping just short of your name
I thought of you through each pin ***** of pain
and now more then ever I am glad
you sit between my toes and heal, facing up from my foot
its the only part of you that is still with me every step of the way.