Pain is better than
Nothing, but, oh how splendid
To only be numb

all I want is to live with an open heart
but if I don't close the door on you,
you'll rob me of everything I love

She pushes her foot off the ground,
over and over,
building up the momentum,
until she can glide through,
until she can rest and enjoy the ride.
She passes the houses,
the trees,
everything she knows,
powering past them
until she stops
and turns around.
And this pattern will follow her for the rest of her life.
Working until she can't take it,
and then resting
until she has the
strength to carry on.

I'm not quite sure how to put it more elegantly,
but I love our simple conversations.
They're perfect and they make me happy,
and all I can hope for is that they get bigger and better as time goes on.

You took
a turn for the worse
I am told that you have
changed though I
have yet to see
it
and I am sorry
we were never close
that you never let me in
that I wasn't there to fix it
because I have this idea
that
we could have been,
we could have fallen
spent Saturdays on the
couch watching movies
together, side by
side
but don't
be mistaken
I am still angry
that you never text,
that you never express
the slightest interest in me
even though you seemed
so interested before that
I though it could be
something more,
something
like love