One day

I'll see your face
touch your lips
hear you speak

and we'll sit there happy and in love
you'll tell me all the ***** things you believe in

kind of seems like a dream right now

One day

his darkness became
tainted by my red

i burst like the sunrise
on the canvas of his skin,
raw and hot, red, red, red

i set flame to the somber
blues we'd once painted
our skin deep with.

kissing the echoes of
our past, but always
pulling away too soon.

i was too red, too vibrant.

he didn't like the taste
i left on his tongue
it was bitter like him,
it stung of the past he'd
tried to bury on my lips

my skin would ash
but he'd miss the flames.
my pulse would gallop
and intrude like
summer into his veins.

I tore a hole in my chest and realized
I never even had a heart, anyway.

A passing wind,
A waking dream,
In silent he came,
No words,
No gestures,
Only his presence.
I feel so alive.

How long can one sit in the wind,
before their blown away?
Oh your *****, gusty manners,
so perfectly out of place,
but oh, not quite unusual.

If I were to collect all the tears I've shed it would be enough to fill a bucket to pour over my head for all the stupid mistakes I've made

It would be enough to fill a bath tub to soak into for all the days I got tired of getting tired

It would be enough to turn into the ocean that I will drown into for all the times I've decided I'm done

If I were to collect all the tears I've shed it would not be enough to fill a body that is fulfilled enough to go through the day

It would not be enough to be a river that will keep flowing and can keep up with the current

I would never have enough tears that can turn into the sea that can wash me away and bring me ashore,
back to where I came from but don't belong

Twists, rips, knots, love-filled locks.
Hair that embodies personality;
Wild, untamed, unkempt, yet beautiful.

Hair that embodies nature;
Disobedient, ever changing, free.

I will never regret these tree root locks.
They have taught me patience,
They have taught me to love even that which is not beautiful to everyone.
They have taught me that we are like the earth, we grow, and we die, and we blossom.
I never intended my snake locks to be for fashion, I wanted nature to teach me what it will.
And if no other lesson ever stays with me this one will:

*Nature can never be tamed.