my fingers curl around my pen
a pleasant breeze blows by
i have returned to where i belong
i heave a pleasant sigh

She has a gift from the gods
For she is a seer
Eyes unblinkingly open
Seeing all the world
Flutter between her lashes
In choatic, chalked out frames
Body wracked by sobs
She begs the gods
To rip her eyes from her skull
She is an innocent
She rocks herself back and forth
But there is no comfort
For those who watch the world die
Every time they close their eyes
And sit on their beds, paralyzed
There is no comfort
For the seer

I looked up, at the snow-draped pine boughs
As I stood in the branches of a tree that no one owns
A tree that rises between two fences,
That as I child, I never once climbed
But today, an almost-adult, I finally did

I looked up, from underneath the heat of my winter hood
As I packed snow onto the stairs and set my tube at the top
As a child, I never would have dared this feat
What with icy water so close by
But today, I calculate my risk and then my snow tube and I
Set off to fly

I looked up, from the depths of the snow
Cradled by an angel of my own making
The world lowered to background noise
I watched thin brown braches thrash and bow in the wind
And I wondered at how different I am from childhood me

How I could live so vividly now
Yet not feel happy

I smile, crinkling the frost-bitten skin around my eyes
And let my thoughts fall away like drifting snowflakes
For a moment in time, restoring my heart to a purity that only exists
In the first seconds after a snow storm

Tainted innocence no more.

Or maybe it will be that I'm too tired to keep going, and even
poetry,
the world's most enchanting and empty tale
will not be enough
to stir my soul from its melancholic sleep

*And that is when I meet eternity

i love how when
i'm with you,
i can be my abnormal
clumsy
dysfunctional
self;

and you just match
my weird,
break my fall,
assist my functions,
and care.

thank you for being such
a great thing for me,
for making me happy,
for being an unexpected
but wonderful
addition to this life of mine.

♡ blue

"Keep your friends close,
and your enemies closer,"
Is what they say.

But nothing hurts more than
Keeping the ones you love close,
But the one you couldn't love, closer.