You were the rainstorm of joyful souls
Filled with vibrance and life
With splashing puddles against dancing feet
And the feeling of having more than just a pulse,
But possibly a purpose or a reason.
You were the light for the hopeless,
The lantern of chances
That shined through the darkest alleys
With shadows cast by the moon.
You were the calm and crazed paradox of the ocean
With a heart that was created to live
And a mind that was made to be tame
But a life that was caught in a whirlwind of riptides and tsunamis.
You were the green of the grass
And the pink, purple, and orange of the sunset
With the varying shades of blue and green from the sea.
You were the wonders of my own world
And the Hell of your own.

You aren't worth my time

the coffee shop on 1st street
you told me my eyes were warm and belonged here
I shrugged and gulped my coffee even though it burned my tongue
the bookstore on 2nd street
you told me my hands were made of love from the pages I've turned
I glanced at you and nervously chewed my fingernails until it hurt
the music store on 3rd street
you told me my heart was an acoustic guitar that'd been misplayed
I tripped over my shoelace and madly tied them up along with my heart
the arcade on 4th street
you told me my smile was worth all the time and effort because I deserved it
I went to the bathroom and before I left I smiled in the mirrors a little too hard
the beach off 5th street
you asked me what I was so afraid of that kept holding me back
I let the sand crumble between my fingers and told you that I was the sand and you were the waves