Love for everything there is to live.
Live for everything there is to love.

You are
The whispering of the sea
Crashing anger at violent shores-
Lapping lovingly at lonely rocks.

You are
The affectionate bite,
And pressed tooth on lip. A brutish
But gentle expression of passion.

You are
The soft murmur of uncertainty,
Rustling against soft skin-
A (lost) exhale of heaving breath.

*Your skin and flesh and bones
Are I think not made of
All the same stuff as mine.

   You are water; you're iron;
   You are whistling wind.
   You're the purest sin
   In which I've ever sunk.

i see you around, you're a new girl at school,
you do what you can to try to be cool.
party ******* the weekends, never miss a beat,
guys all lined up, so many people to meet.
you dance to every song without a care,
you thrive off of every man's stare.
you're this year's version of "that girl,"
at this small school you're rare as a pearl.
that girl knew where all the parties were thrown,
she had guys all around her and was never alone.
that girl was the one every girl wanted to be,
she was the one everyone wanted to see.
that girl who was fooled, that girl who was played,
she got caught up with guys who wanted to get laid.
that girl who would make so many mistakes,
she regrets the night before every time she wakes.
that girl who needed use her lessons to learn,
she instead wanted to give every guy a turn.
that girl who has her priorities out of whack,
she's a breakdown just waiting to attack.
one day she'll realize that there's more to life.
one day she'll get married and become a wife.
one day she'll know "that girl" is not really her,
one day she'll discover that she is mature.
from the outside looking in, i've had my fun,
in my few years of college i've learned a ton.
i've been around the block, seen what there is to see.
finally i realized "that girl" isn't the real me.

being here before
I have learned
how to roll the stone
up the hill faster
anything to get this over with
and start again

I am Sisyphus
rolling a boulder with his fists
learning more
each time the night ends

as my feet bleed
I remember every memory
they keep repeating
every defeat
every victory

the world burns around me
no one has found me

it is just me
it always has been
and always will be
up this hill
and back down again
for eternity

Countless songs and poems
Dedicated to one thing
How a simple little word
Could be so inspiring

When I see that others have it
It makes a lot more sense
But when I think of it coming for me,
It's something I resent

Looks flawless from a distance
Desirable at times
But quickly many things can change
If you read between the lines

A drug that is both addicting
And causes enough harm
There's no chance of falling victim to its sneaky charm.

Why is this concept so easy
For everyone to grasp
While I'm out drowning
Waiting for this irrational fear to pass...

We danced toward
each other's wounds

with gentle step
and touched inside

and now the bleeding
has resumed

and all this blood
is hard to hide.