I never understood “made in God’s image” until I saw her.
Anyone who’s seen her has higher expectations for what heaven looks like.

We’re both sensitive enough to know what love feels like,
and reasonable enough to know that it can be broken.

The first time you use a new toothbrush is nothing like the first time you kiss a girl,
But I still love them both.

Her laugh is a paradox; an outsider would think she either just said the cleverest thing ever or she wishes she could retract it faster than it was said.
Only I know it’s simply because it’s beautiful. It’s easily my favorite language.

I have considered wearing a wiretap so I could go back and listen to all of our conversations again. And I hope that it picked up her heartbeat. She told me, it’s beating exactly like life should sound like.

She offers to iron any wrinkled clothes. I don’t have any. But I have a wrinkled heart.
I thought it was made into origami but it’s just a wadded ball that missed the wastebasket.

The way she dances to hip-hop shows her versatility,
yet you can tell she doesn’t do this every day; but she still dances.

I’m almost too nervous to hug her - knowing it will have to end.
Whenever I let go, I feel like I made a mistake.

Her voice trails off into silence,
like an hourglass that’s trying to hold itself together.

I like that “click-clack” of her boots.
It lets me know I’m next to someone really going places.

She goes to the mini mart with me even when she doesn't want to get anything,
besides more time together.

Not all can be lost in the midst of so much.
Not all can be lost in the thought of your touch,
And the sound of your sighs, the indescribable look
With brightening eyes and the patience it took.
Perhaps I have given you no more than you deserve,
And still what do I possess that was more than your words?
Hold me; hold me now like you did before,
Before the disillusionment before love swayed to war.
Call to me tell me my name, so I can answer
And you can know that I came. My love
I only want to feel safe with my heart in your hands.
I only want to be close enough to feel you from where I stand.
I remember candle light and sharing souls I remember long
Stairs into starlit eyes and bearing the scares we wore
Compared to recent wounds. Hush now it rains,
When your eyes mist over my old pains ache,
Like my wrist and my heart in my chest,
You are all of the things I've grown to like best.
So you lied and I feel you steeling my perception of us,
Slowly returning head down with my mad mangled trust.
As the ground shook I felt it all lost.
I know that’s not true, I know that I must
Know something of who you are,
You’re the same sweet handsome boy,
Who first made me see stars.
And a brand new mark among the scars on my heart.

The curve in your hips matches the rock in your heart,
your poor, sad, heart.
Though you're not sad, not at all.
You stand tall on long legs and smile for the camera,
the black, broken camera.

******,
why can't you flinch
or stop twinkling and glowing?
It's all show,
though you're not on stage honey,
the curtains are closed.

Take off your long lashes and your push-up bra,
please,
because the lights are off and the door is shut and the crowd is gone
and I'm here, just me, only me.

What is love?

I miss the sweet smell of your bed
The lingering scent of your blonde hair
On the pillow
In the sheets
I miss how soft it all was
Against my skin
And waking up next to you
Your morning baby blues
Looking right at me
Smiling right at me
How beautiful everything was
With the bright southern sun
Shining through the window
The way we'd melt into each other
Before getting out from under the covers
Your soft hot skin
Your steamy **** breath
My eyes glued to you
Mind and heart and all
I'm not suppose to remember
Or even think about it
But when something is so perfect
And it's taken away
You'll never go a day without missing it

Paranoia sets in as I wonder why I always seem to just miss you
Are you avoiding me?
Do you not want to talk to me?
Is there a reason we haven't talked or seen each other in a while?

I start to question everything
I start to wonder if I imagined all the wonderful moments we had together
All the flirting, the late nights, the texts, the calls
The days when you showed me something new or told me that you cared

I'm starting to question it all and wonder if it was all a ruse
Because deep down I'm just a timid girl who's been hurt before
I've been played by the best and I thought you would be different
I thought that maybe, just maybe, you could be the one.
You could be the one that changes everything
The one that changes how I look at the world
The one that makes me believe that there is more out there than just this nothingness

Was I so wrong to think that?
Are you going to let me down?
There's really nothing I can do but sit and wait it out
A helpless girl who put her heart on the line

With nothing but a little bit of hope that it will all work out in the end

I'm not usually like this
or so i like to think
my thoughts chase in the direction of you
when hope begins to shrink
as long as i can remember
I've only wanted a few
the funny thing is that I'm picky
but i compare them all to you
when i sit here all alone
making excuses for your lies
i start thinking to myself
how many more tries?
i know that i deserve better
but my hold on you is so firm
and when i think of letting go…
i start to itch and squirm
maybe its the idea of you
that keeps me dredging on
because i still whisper to your shadow
when i know that you're long gone
and when i picture happiness
your image blinks and skips
will you be the one by my side?
or slip though my fingertips
its seems that all we've got is time
I've already waited years
and although I'm trying to better myself
i keep confronting my fears
am i good enough for you?
what will it take you to commit
you tell me that I'm the one for you
but here alone i sit
so ill pull another petal off
he loves me, he loves me not..
and someday ill see if its worth it all
every battle that I've fought