I wonder if it’s true
That in seven years,
My skin will be brand new.
Just like I’ve never been
Touched by you.
I’m not sure how I’ll cope
With the fact that my flesh
Agrees we were never really
Meant to be.

*(r.e.)

I’ve been underground for much too long

Repressed, but I’ve not regressed.

I do my best to grow, I bud.

Though the sunlight fails to meet my skin

I’ll make it through the day again.

I work and grow, though i’m alone.

I improve and improve at improving my self

I am unearthed.

*(r.e.)

If I could be the perfect me
I’d be a perfect poet.
My hair would be long and blue
And I wouldn’t need anyone. Not even you.
I’d be a little too skinny
With long, lanky legs.
And freckles. Oh, the freckles i’d have
If I was a perfect me.
My eyes would resemble spring
Clean cut grass.
Eye lashes like the stem of an Allium
And shoulders like a mountain;
cut and pale.
I wouldn’t have you in my veins
And nothing would mean anything.
I wouldn’t need your permission to breathe

Or to just be me.

*(r.e.)

Before that, I was just normal.
Not that I’m not normal now,
But not normal like you would think.
I used to be like the girls
You see, laughing at the lunch
Room table, covered in smiles.
But now I realize how sad that really is.
I want to laugh and be happy,
But I want to breathe in the breath
Of the ones I love
Notice the importance of curves
Or the reason I can see each
Of the bones in her ankle.
I don’t want to stop and smell the roses
I want to memorize the wrinkles
In your lips when they press together

*(r.e.)

Love is so sad.
Love is not a melody
That drifts all through
The wind. It’s a soft
Hum that intensifies
And becomes maddening.
Love is hard and rare
It gets worse as it goes on.
People live their lives for love
But really, it only helps
You forget the rest of
What is wrong.

*(r.e.)

Why was I the one that got left behind?
Why didn’t you feel like I did?
You said you had a hard time letting the others go,
But why didn’t I burn that kind of hole in your brain?
How did you let me go with the wind,
And how did I let you do that?
I felt at home in your arms like the first time in forever.
I don’t know what drew me to you
Or why it was what I avoided in everyone else,
But when you held me my soul caught fire
and I’m not sure how to put it out

*(r.e.)

I love the shape of your soul.
We may not be together anymore,
But I keep a picture of you
Hidden away so I can stare.
When I feel down, I trace your
Curves and dips and bends.
I may not like you anymore
But I sure as hell love you
At least for the perfection
Of your complexion and the
Undying hope of love and the
Never ending goodness of your heart.
It may be over but I will
Harbor the memories close
And lock them up tight
Because I refuse to forget the
Perfection of each imperfection
Lying sleepily in your eyes.

*(r.e.)