i'm stuck between
a tall wall
and a short shrub.
materialistic ****
is killing beautiful nature.

Red hair framed her pixie-like face in a way that out-shined anybody else within the vicinity of her.
Blue eyes, speckled with white, found my own in a way that no one else ever could.

'****,' I thought.

i open my window at night,
in hopes that i'll wake up to you
curled by my side.
i've found out,
however,
that the only thing i wake up to
is rain water
splashed across my **** body.

i'm sorry that
i smell your skin before anything.

i'm sorry that
you're the reason i paint my nails.

i'm sorry that
i can't stop calling you.

i'm sorry that
you never truly felt the same way about me.

i'm sorry that
nothing seems to ever work out.

i'm sorry.

our bodies didn't know
how to move in a
similar rhythm together.
instead,
our hearts would beat
at the same exact time,
and that made me
realize that you
were the one.

i told you that i was ready,
and you promised you wouldn't hurt me.
you kept your promise,
and i love you more now,
then i ever did before.