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 Nov 2013 fire in her eyes
J R
Build me a temple made of gold
Worship me like gods of old
Promise the oceans and the sea
That you commit, eternally
Serve my needs above all else
Abandon any shred of self
Seal this covenant with a ring
And I will be your everything
It's the memories of you
Of how you made me feel
That made me smile so genuinely
Of the sparks
That crackled between our hands
Of the butterflies
That caressed my stomach
Of the love
That tinged my cheeks pink

Which still attracts me to you
Like a bug to the light
Hoping that in your eyes
I'll see a flicker, a flash
Of the fire you used
To ignite in me

But I am hopelessly
Disappointed
By the fire we both
Stopped caring for
Whose flame burned out
Not from the rain
But from the wood
That turned to ashes
When the flames had
No where to else flicker

So they turned
From red
To orange
To black
Ashes
They're all that is left to show
For whatever it was between us

And half-heatedly I poke
At the remains,
Wishing that back then
I had known
That it would end
As simply as this
Too soon, too undeveloped
From fire to ashes
We quickly burned.
 Nov 2013 fire in her eyes
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I can't remember the last time
I dreamed
And that makes me sad
Almost nostalgic
For those days when my brain was too full
To not dream
Those days that marked me
Colored me full
Colored me pretty
And interesting
Like the pages of a printed
Special movie edition book
Now I'm more like
An old leatherbound cookbook
Beaten and worn from past usage
Torn pages
Yellowed corners
Used
But might as well be empty because I am used no more
Full of beautiful recipes and possibilities
But too weak and fallen apart
To be reconsidered
I can't remember the last time I laughed
With someone who understands me
With someone who couldn't say
"Oh that's so funny"
When I tell a joke that's not
And instead berates me
For being so lame
But in a loving way
But this does not make me nostalgic
Because you always find someone better
People come and go
So do dreams I suppose...

Somehow it's different
Somehow it's not the same
I need to have dreams to know I'm still alive inside
And people can only prove I've got a physical body
That's all
(you have
the most beautiful laugh,
but also
the most twisted
sense of humor.)
 Nov 2013 fire in her eyes
J R
Every moment is a miracle
A gift from the Creator
Which I capture on my TiVo

Every person is divine
Crafted in His image
That I worship from afar

Every tree a work of art
With its complex inner workings
Or so the textbooks tell me

I can see one from the window in my room
I'm going to pretend
that you were cold to me today
because you were afraid
after spending most of the day together
yesterday, for the first time in a while,
that my smile was going
to catch your attention
the same way it did the first time
and that you'd started
to notice me
in the same way you did
before we fell in love.

(Before we fell out of love.)

I'm going to pretend
that you didn't look me in the eyes
because you didn't want
to see me the way you used to
and were trying to
avoid that situation
because you didn't want either of us
to end up being hurt again.

I'm going to pretend
that facts aren't facts.
That neither of us
have found other people
and we were both
trying to move on.
That you were on the other side of town,
thinking about me like I think about you,
and that falling back was something
you were afraid could end in
something like disaster—
and that's why
you were cold to me today.

Because I wanted to be equally
cold to you,
and it was because of all those reasons
I'm going to pretend you had, too.
 Nov 2013 fire in her eyes
J R
We share each other's breath
Stardust one and all
Falling endlessly together
On this humid little ball
A web of beating hearts
Tethered to each other
I love you like myself
But I would end you for a dollar
48 hours ago
you were a question.
Now you're a definite statement—
a mantra, even, or a catchphrase.

48 hours ago
you were a "hey, what's up?"
Now you're a quick, necessary hello
and an unsaid
"I missed talking to you."

48 hours ago
you were what people told me you were.
Now you're everything
I know you to be.
(But even more so,
now you're everything
I want to learn about you.)

48 hours ago
you were a face.
Now you're a smile
that could melt Antarctica
and eyes that have looked at me
with feelings I was starting to think
nobody would ever have for me.

48 hours ago
you were somebody I kind-of knew.
Now you're the person
that makes it easier to breathe,
yet at the same time
can take my breath away.
 Nov 2013 fire in her eyes
Jay
Let's take a walk
take my hand and
I won't let go
I'll show you all of my
favorite places
to be
where I can share
memories
and stories.
Show me your favorite
places so I can know
every bit of you.
But most importantly,
let's find somewhere
new,
together,
so it can be our
most favorite place
of all.
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