You didnt want me for what was under my clothes. You wanted me for my personality amd for who i was. I am me and you accepted that. You gave me respect and love. You my one and my only the guy you treats me right.


a.m.

We live on the precipice
Never knowing where we'll be
     Next
When we will fit in
When we will be removed
     Rejected
Behaviours distract
From those under that Bell Curve
It's not their fault
    "We choose our actions."
We retreat
Again
Up or down, but always away
To whispers from those
Sure that they know
What's best for us
    (What's best for them)

We pretend not to hear
But he asks me as we walk away.
We aren't sheep, I tell him.
They must separate us out.
    The shepard won't claim us.
Mountain goats.

I tell him:
We have crags,
   We are resilient
We have provisions from God
and blue skies
   our abilities are unique
        and our hairs are numbered
             wild, though they may be.
Created
     not less than
          but for the precipice
              
And gifted
    with a wide perspective

Oh, how I have searched
this world over
hoping to find a love so true.
Oh, if love I had never found
then my life would have
then been so hollow
as the inside of a drum
and then my heart would only beat
as some cold mechanical thing
but when I found you my angel.
Oh, how beautiful are the arms
of the one I love more than the life I live
and the breath I take
for in my heart burns a fervent desire
that pursues your love
and seeks to embrace you
in my endless love
through all immortal time.

I just adore how you feel upon my skin, October.
I went outside to sit beneath an autumn tree
With its beautiful, colorful assortment of leaves
Crunching beneath me
And I asked,
If I looked as beautiful dying.

The passerby stare,
Analyzing the earthbound woman with a mossy soul
And never fail
To tell others
Of
The girl with golden leaves in her hair, in love with a boy who held autumn within the palms of his hands.

Blood spiller, blood drinker, heart of flame.
The days come and go, but in autumn, she cannot be tamed.
                                                                                                             -Shauna

What would I do if you weren't here, baby?
I'd suffer endlessly
Carrying a pair of house keys
That use to jingle from your wrist
When you once wore it.
Oh, what would I do if they reposed the tv?
You stopped letting me borrow your car,
I could not live in idle steam.
I fanatic for your body blazing,
You take a load off me.

I have always categorized my life and my memories into the seasons.
Remember that one summer when...
Remember that winter we…
I'll never forget that Spring when you…

But what about the in-between?
Those few days where you find yourself treading on the green-gold line? Those are the very best.

I like to make tea in my house
And sit by the window
Watching the leaves change

I like to swim in my hoodie
This one is gray
It matches the clouds

I like the way the afternoon sounds
Sometimes I am poor
But not today