She is the beginning
As well as the end
The best part of the middle
Then start over again

The sweet part of the taste
On the tip of your tongue
The wisdom of old
The giggle of young

She is the breeze
That blows in the Spring
The long distance call
That brings you close with the ring

The moment you hear
Someone say yes
She is the mystery
That hides in the guess

She is the hope
That you hold onto
The talk of the town
The brand in the new

The little crease
At the edge of the smile
She's the bees knees
The answer to why

She is all this and
She is all that
When it comes to it all
She's where it's all at

Yesterday my grandma died.
My grandpa was by her side, holding her hand.
When she was gone he looked at me and said, “that’s my girl, she was the only one I ever had, the only one I ever wanted.”
He then broke down into tears.
I’ve never seen my grandpa cry.
At that moment I knew that nothing in the world was greater than true love.
I also knew then that true love was real.
They were married for 54 years.
They knew eachother for 57.
Today is valentines day, he’s lost without her.
When he told me she was his one and only I knew something.
That something was that I love you.
I love you in the married 54+ years kind of way.
I love you in the think about you all the time way.
I love you in the way that I could never love anyone else.
I love you in the way that if I lose you I’ll break down into tears.
I’ve known you for nine years, we have at least 48 to go.
I love you.

Seems to be
You've forgotten my name
My name which I'm sure
You never cared much about anyway

Seems to be
I've forgotten your name
Forced amnesia is a treat
Especially when you've forgotten about me

wishing,
willing,
loving,
needing,
My heart wishing you, willing too.
you loving me, needing thee.

I look at you and see a
Thousand years of happiness.
I can see laughter in the
Wrinkles of your mouth
That you once used to smile
At me, always showing
Those pearly white teeth.

Every brittle bone in my
Inhuman body shakes with
The sight of you.
This is just so odd, loving you.
My tears mean not a **** thing
When I bump into you at 8 o'clock,
Not a **** thing.

You can make the sadness
Of my cold heart disappear
Without trying and you should
Know.

Never will I have such emotions
For anyone else, nor do I want to.
That life filled flower only
Opens once inside these ribs.

Me and you, a story from
Television I suppose. I was
A princess who lost her prince.
My happy ending lost
Somewhere in the cold,
Winter air.

Art heals the creator
like scar tissue, sealing
cracks of a broken past,
Red-raw against pale skin
For the world to see that
You're recovering whatnot,
Till time fades these wounds
To nothing
a little makeup can't hide,
So we blend back in, to
Where we never belonged,
An find our identity within
Public display of deformation,
Striped naked, to express self
awareness, no more gruesome
enough to repulse, nor normal
enough to ignore the silver line
Between trauma and wrinkle;
scars fade, not vanish, but
keep us together regardless.