The most **** thing about a guy has nothing to do with his clothes, hair or eye colour.

It's in the way he looks at you with longing, when you finally find out he wants you just as badly as you want him.

When he pulls you so close to him that there is literally no space between you, because he can't stand the thought of there being any.      

When he kisses you, so that it feels as if he is stealing the air from your lungs, and for those few seconds you forget what air even is.
    
When all thoughts go out the window and its just him, with you,in the most simple way possible.

Now that is the definition of ****.

let me tell you a story
about a girl
who ties brilliant little bows
onto boxes of poetry,
who puts prose in an envelope
and seals it with a kiss.

her walk is steady,
not at all deterred by the mind inside her skull:
a garden
constantly blooming
with white lilacs
and occasional weeds
(because you cannot always control the plants you grow),
but she waters them all the same.

and if you've ever stood in the eye of a hurricane,
or the vortex of a tornado,
then you know what it's like to see her tear herself apart
even if everyone else is screaming at her
to keep herself together.

but if you've ever seen a sunshower,
then you know what it's like to see her smile
and laugh
and pick up the pieces
with unyielding grace.

and god,
i live for those sunshowers.

(a.m.)

Wow, 100+ followers.
Over 100 people who read something of mine and said,
"Hey, this is good, let's follow them."
I know that there are 7 billion people in this world,
and that 100 isn't very many, but it truly means a lot to me.

This website is one of the best things I've come across in a while:
A small community of serious writers who aren't afraid to share their thoughts. I have been amazed by the overall positive reception of my poems, as well as the positivity and openness that (for the most part) exists in all other aspects of this site.

So, this is just to say thank you.
Thank you for listening to what I have to say, and allowing me to bare my deepest thoughts and emotions comfortably.

And please,
never stop writing.

(a.m.)