a girl in her teens
promised the world
the biggest of dreams
she'd build a skyscraper
farthest from ground
her name in each paper
fills all ears a buzzing sound
but she was just a girl in her teens
in a world that knows no promises
and owes no one their dreams
the tallest of skyscrapers are already built
by a man born farthest the ground
who owns the papers
who makes all sounds
however things go
i can only see your best
i can only see your growth
Love is patient.
By the time I learned how to ride a bike, my friends were already riding skateboards and motorcycles.
Love is kind.
But before I learned it, I lost my balance a few times and had to tender some scars after hitting a rock and the rough asphalt.
It does not envy, it does not boast.
I was envy. It always seemed as if everyone else got whatever it was I could not have. I could not boast because I had nothing.
It is not rude.
If I had the chance to spit on my father's grave, I would.
It is not self-seeking.
I won't think of her like that, but somewhere along the way, she has forgotten herself.
It is not easily angered.
I could spare the old lady for walking a bit slower than the rest of us in the station.
It keeps no record of wrongs.
But I will remember that painful wait.
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
Sleeping with someone else's boyfriend sounds pretty horrible, especially if you enjoyed it.
It always protects.
Not a single soul could ever come close and get the chance to hurt me.
It always trusts.
It has been broken one too many times.
You might think that once the damage is done, everything shatters. Everything won't.
A single breath is all you need to remind yourself you persevere.
You always have.
And so, you always will.
Was it the clean taste?
Or you just wanted to fill
Your hunger within?
if there’s something
I realized just now
Opening your heart
only leads to more questions
Within the purple walls
of my dorm room
a quiet heart began to flutter.
Perhaps it started when you wrote:
"Artemis, happy not valentines day"
on the day after fourteenth
and made it much more special
with an overused brown paper bag
and a Chuck Palahniuk.
Now at home, even within the white walls
of my own room--
I'm missing you.
my quiet heart has just been silenced
but you're there
in every The Flash episode I watch
in every taro drink I get
and in every text message I receive
for the slightest chance
of you being there.
Because, after all, you are
the Orion I could only ache for from afar.
— The End —