I saw it simmer, threatening to die down.
Flickering as the water fed on its essence,
But it didn’t die and the bluish orange continued to the edge of the paper
And on to the lining of the toilets water, raising my fear of its end.
It never stopped moving steadily to the very corner giving out a darkness and a pungent burning coal smell to fulfill my atrocious purpose.
The flames grew a brighter orange that diminished the blue as they came at the paper’s corner,
I gave up hope, there was no more of the orange or blue.
There were no more flames and my motive was left unfulfilled.
Those last flames that elevated my desire,
Had it terminated just as fast.
The fire was never able to strip that ****** name off,
It lay there mocking me on the blemished paper.
Even though the blaze had been flushed,
Mine just rose up enough to get me writing this poem.

What would I do if my family died?
I would stroll by the beach
and let waves swallow me.
I would sit by the jagged rocks
and wish for the werewolves,
mermaids, vampires to come to
my rescue.
I would take a hand full of the rough sand
and let my tears transform it into a mould.
I would build a sandcastle and let the water
cut through,
exactly like the tears rolling down my freckled face.
Then I would jump from the cliff,
the dive funerial, graceful and almost glad
like the splash of water that hit the rocks
one last time.

My hand reached out
to grab
to touch
to feel
to know
you are right next to me.
My faced rolled sideways
to glance
to memorize
to communicate
to smile
only to be peppered with kisses.
It reminded me of a butterfly's powdery wings
as your lips skim my skin.
Suddenly you pull the bed cover above us
building a fort, reminiscing on our childhood memories.
I sit up
to stare
to admire
your naked chest.
I crawl towards you
to snuggle
to sit
on your lap.
Then,
you drifted away
to beyond
to the dark
to chaos
to hurt
but you were just a particle of my imagination.
Whom I was falling deeply for.

At first the rain fell
So wide and deep
I climbed up the hill to reminisce
the dew that forms
on the flowers,
giving a new meaning
but this rain changed from blue to black
and left,
nothing.

I could keep my eyes open
and dream of you,
I could wait all night to
meet you in the morning,
I could let out giddy giggles
as you talk to me,
I could smile all day long
because you think I am beautiful,
I could sit on my plush bed
and just imagine you next to me,
I could wishfully think my lips
get a taste of your everyday,
I could die when you stare
at the other girls,
I could lose you.

I stared at the back of your head,
strands of unkempt black hair
sticking out in multiple directions
you turn and immediately my nose is back
in the first page of the book,
it was our first eye contact,
and behind the dusty shelves we shared our first kiss,
out in the snow was our first hug,
and "Romeo and Juliet" was our first date,
an engraving on my necklace was the first gift,
and suddenly,
all of these sensations became our last.

When you say kiss
Your lips are what I miss
And years could pass in a spur
Your first touch could never be a blur.
Hazel, pink, black
Your colors are now what I lack.
I am yours...