"I'm venusian,"
She said coyly as she elegantly bit into
The grapes hovering over her mouth.

"I overindulge even at my own detriment."

In the most still moments
Is where you'll find my heart.

Away from noise and mundane every day chaos.

Tucked away
Under blanket
Sipping creamy coffee
Next the to window sill
Listening to the sweet music of the rain.

You're an unknown,
An apocalypse waiting for someone to say "yes"
When the storm brews and bruises everything you know,
What is there to show or to tell?
Battered hearts strewn at show & tell;
Go tell the teacher we're all hurting down here;
Our pride keeps us from looking up, so we look down and let our tears water the grass and we call ourselves gods for that;
Like surviving a broken heart is a supernatural power
that surviving love transforms us into super heroes;
Nothing about us is super or heroic;
We're just all broken to varying degrees

The fact that you were ever written
Into my story in the first place
Is going to have to be
Enough for me.

you're not the only one trying to be the only one

Your laughter always reminded me of wind chimes.

Light and airy, soft.

The way I swear it stirred up fairies from their slumber.

I'll never forget the magic in the echo of it in my memory.