I find it hard to believe you can fill yourself up to the brim, and empty it out to be the same again.

Maybe that's why you forgot me before I left.

Remember when we were kids, and our future careers weren't limited to the two page career option list?
I remember.
We were unlimited potential then.
You and I were just phrases on a chalk board.
But.....
for some reason the dream died.
We got old.
We forgot.
But I,
I still remember.
I'm holding on.
I will not loose the child in me again.
She is unlimited potential.
I will keep her close.

I remember the first time you said you loved me.
I remember.
I held to it.
I felt the world tip and sway when you lips finished moving.
You said it.
I remember the first time you told me I was it.
I was the one.
I remember.
It felt as though we were living in sensational color.
We lived for each other.
Your exhale was my inhale.
We held each other like mothers held their babies.
Every moment was spent reveling in new things we had to show each other.
I gave you the parts of me no one had ever seen,
and in return you did the same.
Tears fell from your eyes, I kept every one
every one.
But it ended.
And in some way it ended me too.

People receive sober chips for staying clean for 24 hours
I've been clean from you for over 72 hours and all I have is a half empty jar of kisses that remind me of you

And that's when the peace came
After the storm
All she had left to do was pick up the pieces
Rearrange them and make her heart  home again

The years you wear settle easily on your face, but wrinkle your soul

It only flows when she feels unkempt, unforgiving, and angry.
She knows to write her soul must be mourning.

Its not just my heart the opened and made a place for you. My whole body made a place for you, the bone structure in my hands changed so that your fingers could fit comfortably beside mine.

Mosaics, a combination of elememts forming a less coherent whole. That's what we are.

Leave a canvas for me
dear love
to paint
Your paint coated fingers will caress my cheek
And I will cover you in
cangiante strokes of yellow and red
I will fill every part of it
with the story us

Break my love
Break into a thousand pieces
Shatter
I will be here
I will kiss you
hold you
Pick you up
Love you
Make you soup
Wrap you up inside me
I will make terrible jokes
And tell you about the moment I knew I loved you
I will be quiet with you
And whisper kind things
Turn on Harry Potter
And listen too you play your guitar and tell you how talented you are
Because you are
I will be here

Scoop me up and out
leave me with nothing but the pale silhouette of touch
All I want is to speak with you
understand your mind
carry your hand inside mine

In a world full of bipolar emotions I want to be polarized toward happiness

I find comfort in my body
I grew with it since before my beginning
Each heartbeat I grow stronger
Get bigger
Love longer
My body is a comfort
Each freckle
Each scar
Tells of a story
Mine

I am never closer to my self,
my soul
than when trial is at my back
for she has taught me to find humor
in the darkest of times

To tell you the truth
I only really cared about you
after you left

It's not your head that's hollow, it's your chest

I'm sorry
for promising things I could never give
for not staying up with you
for not making you happy
for forgetting
for not being her
for being human

she saw utterance in the stars
and legacies in snowflakes
her steady hand gripped the pencil
as the universe poured from her
she had the power of entire worlds
placed between her fingers and palm

Ah, my sweet summer child I dont think you realize that I will never grow up.

I want to be with you all the time
And that bothers me
The fact that it bothers me
bothers me also
It bothers me that some see you more in a day than I see you in a week
I spend to many hours wondering
if you jog
or your favorite color
And wonder if you ever think about my exercise habits or favorite color

The way the writer paints a picture of words and pleasure a sarcophony of sounds
Turning a tumultuous world of gray into color

I've got holes in my shoes, but I've got no holes in this soul of mine
I may not have any money but I make up for it in plenty of personality and poise.