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.

I talk too much,
unintentionally annoying those around me.
I am selfish.
I am far too kind to those who don't deserve it.
I drink orange juice from the carton.
I over think everything.
I'm childish.
I have flaws.
I am human.
I am flawed.
That's ok.

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

It's good to have mornings back again.

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

I am a woman, yet I am still growing.
Filling into spaces.
growing out of shoes and people.

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

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

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

I remember thinking I needed you to supply the thread to close up my bleeding heart. I thought I needed your apology, listing the ways you broke me.  
I don't.
I gave you my best and that enough is closure.

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

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

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.

I never met a better fighter
than my fear
I am a boxer in a ring
My fear
She is the better fighter
But I am stronger

Happy
             thoughts
                           slide
                                      happily
                                                down
                                                        the
                                                                tips
                                                   of my
                                    eyelashes
                       and tougue.
          Look at me.
                     I am glad to be here
Look at me.

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

I've long thought about the winter
the way we sweat in our coats and caps
the sky staying a bitter shade of grey
while we sit sweating in our coats and caps

In you I find shelter
In you I found love
In you I seek faith
For you I live

I've been saving my fourth of July's for someone.
Saving my sun-soaked, freckled, dry lipped smiles for someone.
Saving all my mistletoe, skin-tingling, late night, snow catching kisses for someone.
Saving my sand covered, popsicle colored, rainy days.
And I'm gonna tell him I haven't been waiting for him, I've only been creating. Creating a world full of stories he can look through.

Sometimes I feel like I soley existed to teach you that life isn't as hard as you thought it up to be.
I existed only to make you look differently at that song you used to love.
You called me for my skin, I heard it in your voice.
You thought it was hilarious when I cut my bangs and chipped my tooth.
I was pretty when I swayed to your favorite music.
Only then you didn't see my fear.
Didn't know I'd wake sweating thinking of your smile in the dark.
But this isn't about me its about you.
Its about your chipped teeth, your fear of heights, your parents, your habits, your picky taste, your unusual family members, etcetera.
And yeah I know. You'll think about me when your 40 in your bed with your wife.
And for a moment you remember that every time you touched me I shivered.
But I'm a manic dream.
So you close your eyes to sleep.

I am ready to fall for you
Chest open
Eyes full
Hands reaching
New love  
Heart racing
Skin tingling
Palms sweating
Love
In my fist sits my soul
Open to you
I wear my feelings inside out
I. Can. Give. You. New. Love.
Please,
Let me give it to you.

I can't feel my fingers, or yours as they touch my neck.
I can't see your mouth opening to encompass skin.
I feel nothing.
I feel nothing.
I feel nothing.
I am nothing.
I am nothing.
I am nothing.

"You ok?"
You asked as your fingers traced the parts of me I was scared of.
Nodding I closed my eyes and tried to think of anything else but the red beanbag beneath me and the dark hair in my hands.