Pull his jacket,
Up to your nose,
Inhale.
Face in his shoulder,
Surrounded by him,
Inhale.
Feel at peace.
Nourish your soul.

Swish swish,
Sweep sweep,
I sit and clean out my heart.
Throw away the hate,
Rid of the anger,
And replace it with love
And hope.

"Darling," he told you,
"You're perfect as you are."
You sit, and you frown,
And you come up with a million reasons
He is wrong.

But deep down,
You want to believe him.

Little skirts,
Sparkly things,
Bright red lipstick-
This isn't what I wanted.

Smiling brightly,
Enjoying life,
Feeling like I'm supposed to
Is what I really wanted.

The colour of his eyes,
I smile.
It's a soft, light, shiny blue.
Blue, just lighter than the sky,
It's a nice kind of blue.

Ever since the last break up I've had,
I've been too terrified to write love poetry.
But he's inspiring,
This new boy I've fallen for.
With bright blue eyes,
and soft blonde hair,
He is a love poem in of himself.

It's always quiet at 4 a.m.,
The sun is not yet over the horizon,
The birds are not singing,
and everything is silent.

Sitting out in a little yard,
A snake in my hands,
Curled up in a lawn chair,
I am at peace.

It is 6 a.m. when I go back inside,
For real, anyways,
The snake in the tank as I sit and I hum,
Waiting for the house to wake up.

The sun rising in the sky,
The birds singing their songs,
I am still at peace.

It is 7 a.m.
When breakfast is made,
And everything is loud once more.
I sit in a room,
Hiding my ears,
and try to rest for once.

These morning just repeat,
And repeat,
Until the week later I leave,
I say good bye to my family,
and rest in a new yard,
Watching the sunrise again.

It is 4 a.m. when I awake,
and sit, curled up in a chair,
with a dog by my side,
remembering my mother.