You sat next to me,

It has been a long time since I was that happy.

Christmas in January.

I want Christmas in February, too.

Christmas every day.

He woke up because he dreamt he was falling off of a cliff;

he stopped dreaming of falling

and started living to jump.

Romancing the end of the world
We danced in suits outside,
Underneath the blue night sky
The stars and moon collide

"The world is ending," I whispered
"And we are going to die."
"I know," you said
"So let's keep dancing - be mine until we die."

People were crying and screaming
In fear for their lives
Then they saw us slowly dancing
And didn't care if they survived.

First two became four, then twenty more
Dancers joined our side
Until the whole world started dancing
Under the falling sky.

The stars and the moon began to fall
Burning us with no surprise
We kept on dancing until the end
We had never felt so alive.

Tragic and beautiful,

she looked at the mirror hoping the person looking back thought more of her

than she did.

That twin size bed in a room the size of a closet where we shared new adventures
became nothing more than a place where I lost all respect for you
and myself.

I hit the wall hard with my fist seven times before the tears I cried
led me to the garbage can across the room,
where I sat praying I could *****
up the hate I felt inside.

Instead I sat with the trash between my legs,
like a drunk after too many drinks, I
gave you too many chances by laying in bed with you again.

My face had never felt so wet.
My heart had never raced so much,
my stomach never ached so much,
it was then I knew that we were dead.

My tear drops were rain drops in the trash between my legs,
a storm breaking through the ceiling would be my only competition.
But the thunder and lightning of my heart beating and fists pounding
were louder and harder and caused more damage than any storm ever could.

But you sat in our twin size bed watching me as I ***** nothing,
and cry for something,
I had once, for months,
given my everything.

We studied the science of sleep
in a pile on my bed.

Hiding under the covers,
I kissed you on your head.

Although we were awake,
everything felt like a dream.

When the morning came around,
I was sad to see you leave.

I attempt to be sustainable by not investing in anything trite;
however,
I feel like that keeps me
from feeling
an abundance of
any
one
feel.