All my leaves are falling off of my branches,
covering the cold ground below,
coating it with a warm blanket,
leaving me bare-*****.

It's not because the seasons changed,
no, it was my own doing.
Didn't you know that when trees are sad
they shed their leaves like tears from a baby?
My leaves haven't changed color,
they won't be golden like the sun,
they just fall, fall, fall,
hitting the ground one after one.

Like tears, they too will dry up,
but they won't just disappear,
they will turn brown and crack
and be eaten by the deer.

So I weep and I weep and I watch
as my coat slips softly to the ground,
because I am a tree
and trees cannot have lovers bound.

I miss you so much,
why is it so hard for me,
to just let you be?
I know you are struggling,
and that kills me because
I am being so selfish just to make
you see how much you mean to me.
Oh my god, you are so beautiful and
I guess that is all I have to say,
all I can say because you leave me
speechless, really.
And so for now I will just miss you and hope.

I fell down the rabbit hole,
curiously searching for the
Queen of Hearts.

The Red Queen,
known for spilling blood
at the neck, ripping people apart.

Not possibly all bad though.
When I got to that land,
I didn't know which way to go.

I came across a silly cat,
who questioned my sanity.
Yes, I want the Red Queen,
are you surprised? You shouldn't be,
everyone knows I'm as crazy as a bat.

He directed me to the hatter,
as the smallest eye could see,
that he was just as crazy as me.

He understood my troubles,
told him the Red Queen had my heart,
let him know that if she did get to my neck,
the act alone would be a work of art.

He showed me the way to her castle,
we walked and walked all day,
when we finally arrived
he was too scared to stay.

I found her in the garden
crying over broken hedge,
her tears fell and I took her hand,
saying 'please back away from the ledge'.

She wanted things to be beautiful,
but no one understood,
so I painted the roses red for her,
just like she knew I would.

Her tears ceased and she looked into my eyes,
she saw my crazy and understood
that I wouldn't tell her any lies.

She loved me from that moment on,
knew I wouldn't leave,
because when I love, I really love,
there's no use stopping me.

Madness runs through us all,
and if you're lucky you will fall
down the rabbit hole and find
the craziest thing of all;
the one that's been waiting,
the one that's got you mad,
the one that'll catch you in the dark,
and there'll no longer be reason to be sad.

I haven't left the bed yet,
I'm too comfortable for my own good,
so I'll just roll over and turn the pages
of this very good book.

I know it means nothing,
but my heart is fluttering in my chest
because of those silly words that you said.

I need to find reality,
*but for now I'll ride this high.

I have nothing left to do
and yes, I talked to you.
I needed to though,
I was haunted by the
demons of my past that
I fear I will never escape.
I shared them with you
and you listened,
you felt what I feel,
you learned.
Yes, I talked to you,
but now you know me that much more.
I let you peek into the dark
side of my soul.

*Yes, I talked to you, but now you know.

I no longer remember your scent,
but if it were to pass under my nose,
it would be as familiar as the back of my hand.

I think i'm going to
leave her for a while.
Let her miss me,
you know?

You can tell me all you want
that this is really my life,
that I was blessed with such wonderful people
that I would defend to the death,
you can tell me all you want but I will
still find it hard to believe.

I promise you it has nothing to do with the fame,
nothing to do with the spotlights,
nothing to do with the names.

You can tell me this is my life,
but I will always be in this fog,
because if it were all for the fame would
I care to see their true colors? No matter how
dark they may become? Because I find it beautiful,
raw, and I don't think that would come with a self-centered
fame *****.

Yes, I want to change the world.
No, I don't need any form of fame.

You can tell me the rest of my life
that this is my actual reality,
but I will always say that it is too good to be true.

My eyes are heavy,
my breath is weak,
heartbeat slow,
slowly falling.

Baby, bring your body close to mine,
let me hold you really tight.
I will kiss each freckle,
let me play connect-the-dots.
Your hair wrapped in my fingers,
I pull a little harder when your lips meet
the nape of my neck just right.
Your fingers explore every inch of my being,
sending shivers through me, reminding me how much I'm living.
My legs search the sheets for yours,
pulling them in, we become tangled,
we become one.

She is so open and honest
when she talks about love making,
it drives me insane,
it fills me with desire,
my sorry imagination runs wild.
All I want is to be tangled in these sheets with her.
Everything about her is pure.

Honestly,
this feeling is so overwhelming.
I can do nothing to make this ache subside.
There is a hollow feeling within these bones,
and I know the only way to make it go is to be close to you.
We both know that is not possible, as you see me as a friend and I see you as a lover.

The fireworks in the night sky
only remind me of the feeling I get
when your skin brushes against mine.
*You could light up any dark sky.

When I was younger I used to
catch butterflies in the flowered fields.

Now when I speak your name,
the butterflies catch me.

I want to tell you
that I love you at all times
of the day. Right now.

You deserve to know
how much you are truly loved.
I wish I could share.

It is on the tip
of my tongue. Those three words,
ready to be said.

I have to hold them
in. I long to share them. To
let you know. Three words.

I cannot stress this
enough. Maybe you do know.
I love you, pretty.

You seem so distant.
What do you know about me
really? Not much at all.

You know I adore
Alice in Wonderland. You
know I love music.

You know that I think
the trees are beautiful. You
know green is my choice.

You know I am more
girlie than the others. You
know I'm not sporty.

You know I find peace
in the rain as it slides down
my skin in summer.

You know I enjoy
singing to myself. You know
I like small children.

But what about me?
Those are simple things. Do you
not know who I am?

Have you tasted my
soul? I want you to. I will
happily share it.

Only for you. You're
the one I choose to share it
with. You are lucky.  

Know me. Learn me. Please.
I want to be a part of
you. You must know me.

I am not quite sure
if my words reached your head,
as your hair is a mess of long, brown tangles.

I am not quite sure
if my worries reached your heart,
as your muscles are strong, protecting it.

I am not quite sure
if my love reached your soul,
as your warm eyes are fixated on another.

I am quite sure
your listening ears heard my voice,
as you kindly replied through closed teeth and biased tongue.

My ears are bleeding
in the best way possible.
My soul is flying.

I adore every single one of you.
Your words are brilliant and you make me smile and you make me cry.
Keep writing.

I am so sorry
you have to go through this. I
wish differently.

I wish everyone
understood that love is love.
Only acceptance.

Maybe you will call.
Maybe you will let me be
there for you this time.

I don't want you to
go through this alone. I am
here for you always.

Tell them how you feel.
Tell them it is not going
to change. This is you.

It does not make you
any less human. You are
beautiful. Unique.

You are their blood. That
is not a choice. Neither is
this. It's who you are.

But you are not here
alone. I am here. We are
all here for you now.

It is alright to
be upset. You are allowed.
It is not your fault.

Yes, others may have
it worse, but you have this to
deal with too. It's fine.

You will get through this.
We are all here for you. We
all love you so much.

Sometimes I get so
weak the only answer I
can think of is death.

My lovely, new friends
are so supportive. Without
them I'd be nowhere.