The colors on his canvas were as bright as his mind. He had paint on his shirt front and bed head. He was adorable in the way he rolled his Rs and the way he'd stick his tounge to the top of his mouth after a bowl of ice cream. He was and is perfection.

She fell in love with a dream of someone
He fell in the love with blond curls and curves
A touch of skin and sight of brallete made him feel human
He was cool to the touch while she was warm
The poetry they made silenced all his bad dreams, but awakened hers

Maybe we met in a past life
The only way I could feel this way
Our souls had to be intwined for what feels like eons
Twisting and kissing you and me
And I’m convinced
Whether my face was this or another’s
You would find me again
And again

the beauty that is more than skin deep
is the beauty of her ocean eyes
that swell and sway
and open to raw divine innateness .
Beauty is in her gentle steady hand and in her open smile.
in the depths of her buoyed soul
so full it leaks from the cracks in her rib cage
onto the pages of her skin
leaving every bit of her heart on her sleeve on purpose.
feminine and imperfect
pink and smudged  
open and raw
beauty is more than skin
take a look within yourself
look at your mother
your cousin
she is loveliness
exterior beauty is bliss,
but a kind soul is wonderful

I want you to grow your hair out. The halo of tiny curls that have begun to tangle and coil around your ears make it impossible for my mind to focus on anything but running my fingers through them.

Every bit of me sings of freedom
From the soles in my feet
To the hairs on my head
I wanna run
I wanna fly
I wanna be weightless
Oh how these strings tie me down
Let me go
Let me soar

If there was something that would tell me how to open my mouth and make you tremble, I would speak and maybe you would listen. For some reason a bucket full of wonderful thoghts gets stopped up in my brain and all that comes out is sorry. I am full of beautiful things, but all that is pulled from me when your around is how you make me feel like I'm the one who messed up.

Flowers and skinny jeans, and pretty little girl things are what remind me of you
Tiny smiles and docile eyes that are kind of things which remind me of you
Cheeky jokes and happy blood rushing body rumbling laughs are easy to find with you
For you are kind and wonderful, and poweful. You are my very best friend

Weird things that remind me of you
Beef jerky
Long drives on highways
Clamchowder
Guitar strings
And all at once
I'm enveloped with you
Every time
The smell of you
The way you laugh
Every time

In the nights when the stars come
And heat from the sun is almost gone
You and I go for a walk
The world around us falls fast asleep
But we are content
in eachothers company
The moon high above seems to whisper
kiss her kiss her
And so you do

Here I lay down my cross
My sins at your feet
You cast them aside and hold me

It's in the shake of my hands
In the tangle of fingers
It's the smudged mascara under my eyes
It's there

She wasnt the girl who you fell in love with, she was the girl you never had to fall in love with, she was just there one day, and there she stayed.  To you she looked a little different, laughed a little different, smiled a little diffrent, but for some reason you liked the way she danced to John Mayer at 4 pm in the living room. You loved that she was diffrent. You loved that the stars above her bed were the only thing that could soothe her. Sock sliding across her linoleum floor was your favorite sport to play. You Could survive without her, but you didn't want too.

It seems as though I'm at a crossroads
I do not know yet which way I'll go
Each place seems foggy
Its path unknown
I wish I had the eyes
To see the others end
But for now I guess ill wait
At the crossroads

So I will write like I promised you. I will let every memory run on the page leaving inky memories
of us
of me
of someone new.

I should have left
when you told me I was nothing
to sensitive
When you only wanted me
without my clothing
Should have known
When you twisted my words
To make me feel as if I were to blame
Gaslighting and grooming me for your own
eating my soul
Touching my skin
Making me feel so ******* alone
I hated myself every minute
But still couldn’t pull my hands away
Skin and body and bone
I was yours
I knew you were wrong
Yet still I knocked
Every time I heard your voice
Every time your hand manipulated mine
I broke like glass
Each shattered shard
embedding into my growing places
Making even breathing backbreaking
When I stopped going to classes
Stopped talking to friends
stopped eating
I should have understood

She wanted to much,
but when was that ever wrong?

When the words fail to escape my lips I will brand them on my skin so that every time you look upon them you remember this body loved you.

How do you capture happiness?
Is it in cups of coffee or hot chocolate?
Is it in photos of grins spread so wide they fill the 3x5?
How do you capture love?
Is it in their smile?
Is it in their arms?
How do you capture peace?
In the moments so still the oxygen in your chest sounds like a dragon?
In the rain?
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How do I capture happiness?
In writing.
In my smile (though its been a while since I've seen it).
How do I capture love?
In books.
In the smiles of friends.
How do I capture peace?
I don't know, could you show me?

Memories of her were like tidal waves, you would get washed up in wonderful thoughts of her
Only to crest and fall to the shore
Once you understood you had only memories