Oh, sweet summer child,
The bitterness may get you,
Stay soft as can be.

we do not write poetry
we write mirrors
which are held up
to curious faces
who read
looking for their
own reflections

i've finally learned how to tighten my throat

and still let the air go

Both sides of me have
been in a ****** battle,
both believing
that they are right.
The sides of me that
both love and hate you.
And it doesn't matter
which side wins
because both will result
in the death of me

I wish every day could be like
the first day I fell in love with you.
That I had the power
to freeze time and rewind
and relive that first day forever
full of loud laughs and wide smiles
and corny pick up lines,
full of side glances and rose blushes
and lingering hugs,
full of fun times and fresh beginnings
and a sense of mystery that
keeps me coming back for more.
All I know is that we just started dating,
and that tomorrow never comes.
So does that mean we can always feel this way?
That we can always stay in today?