Boy meets girl, girl smiles so sweetly.
Boy falls head over heels completely.

There once was a woman who'd been so sure

That people were actually quite pure

Til it happened one day

In an earth-shattering way

That she realized that no one (including her) really cared any more

If I was a mountain

That soared towards the sky,

With craggy snow caps

And stormy grey eyes-



Then you'd be the clouds

That swaddled my peak,

That silenced my thunder

When I tried to speak.



If I was the earth

The desert, in fact:

With arid dry soil

And mud, baked and cracked-



You'd be the rain

The downpour that soothed;

The balm to my bruises,

Relief to my wounds.



If I was the Moon

In the indigo night,

With stars as my blanket

And silver; my light-



Well you'd be the Sun

Just always behind

That lent me your glow

And caused me to shine.

She smashed the village into bits
Water, glitter everywhere
Another of her childish fits
Whipping snow globes through the air

She kicked the dog
She slapped the cat
Killed her brother's frog
With a baseball bat

She broke the window
And crawled outside
She used the garbage can to hide
But no one looked for her all day
The garbage man threw her away

Now she's under a lump
Of rot at the dump
Tell her mother and dad
Now she's really gone bad.

I am worth more than the power of a thousand gleaming suns that it takes to get your attention
I am worth loving wholly and deeply, poetically and passionately
I am worth giving the beautiful things in life, gold and intricacies
I am worth more than average **** and quick slamming into
I am deserving of rose petals and soft red lighting, slow motion tracing of my frame and delicate looks of consuming affection
I am deserving of all the words and sonnets and letters and limericks,
Of cherry trees planted in my honor and stars bearing my namesake
I am not the crumbling Berlin Wall or the heartbreak of war
I am not loneliness embodied or vagrants on the ***
I am royalty and compassion and organic kindness
I am the sweet and salty breeze blowing from the east and the golden blood of a sunset in the west
I am a galaxy and you are just a star
I am everything that you don't ******* deserve

i guess it didn't happen.
i made it up.
it never happened.
i guess my imagination
has a sick sense of humor.
because he said it never happened.
he was never in my room that night.
we never kissed.
we never ******.
it's all in my head.
because he's a good guy.
and i'm a drunk mess.