There is a legend
A myth
That says
Once, a very long time ago
People-
Humans-
Had four arms,
Four legs,
Two heads
And one heart.
People-
Humans-
Were powerful.
Powerful enough to scare almighty
Zeus.
So he split the people-
Humans-
Into separate beings
With two arms,
Two legs,
One head,
But only half a heart.
Sentencing the people-
Humans-
To spend their lives hunting
And searching
And feeling... unwhole.

Every once in a
Very long while,
A person-
A human-
Is lucky enough to
Find their other
Two arms,
Two legs,
Head,
And half of their heart.
Darling
I think that maybe
We
Are some of the lucky few
Who are whole again
Strong again
And powerful.
Powerful enough to
Scare the
Gods
With our
Four arms,
Four legs,
Two heads
And a heart
That is ours to
Share.

I went looking today.

I put on my red boots
and my blue pants
and I opened up the doors.

I went looking today.

I went through the parks,
the streets, the empty hallways.
I got lost looking for a lost you.

The crowd carried your scent,
carried me,
and I was six and a half miles from home.

I put on my smiles
and my cloak of courage.
My watch ticked away the time my heart drove my feet to you.

I went looking today.

I went looking for you.

I searched the corners of boxes,
under the shade of rose petals,
and in burning letters.

Because I had to.
I had to find you
before I lost my mind.

My bones ached for the home in you,
my heart refused to keep a beat continuous,
my skin began to come undone.

I went looking for you today,
only to stop before your door
and walk all the way back home

still in want.

You’re not going to be a girl who’s in the same situation I am. You’re not going to be a girl who’s been single her whole life. You’re not going to be a girl who’s continually falling in love with someone who’s already taken. You’re not going to be a girl losing hope.

You’re going to be a girl who’s been in multiple relationships. A girl who may even be in a current relationship. You’re going to be a girl who’s grown from your past relationships. You’re going to be a girl who’s not looking for me.

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When we do meet, I’ll be the boy who’s always dreamed about having a relationship. I’ll be the boy who’s only experienced relationships through watching movies. I’ll be the boy wanting to hold you in my arms every chance that I get. I’ll be the boy who’s patiently waited for the opportunity to say the words “I love you.” I’ll be the boy who ends up being your last boyfriend.

Love,

Me

I asked for your hands
You gave me knives

I asked for the truth
You gave me lies

I asked for laughter
I was given cries

I asked for honesty
I was awakened by infidelity

I asked for hope
I was given ropes

I asked for a little rest
I was given death

The beat of my heart,
Tore my chest apart.
I think that i'm getting a heart attack,
Now that we are finally apart.

You said that you would never leave,
You said all those silly things I still believe.
How could you leave and have me grieve,
Standing at your grave covered by leaves.

Young man/woman, I gave my love to,
You are the only one who can fit in my shoe.
All the time we spent together, time so few,
We were one and no longer two.

Now that you're gone far away,
I wish to come meet you there someday.
And when I do come, we shall replay,
That precious hour of our wedding day.

But now as I lie in my bed alone,
I still hope for a call from my phone,
In hope that you called for an ice cream cone.
Too bad for me, our house only has a scone.

Am I delirious
To think you'll ever come back?
It's been far too long
And I know that
You've long forgotten me now
But a part of me still hangs on
To the memory of you
And that makes it almost impossible
To forget you too

Berries and
Sky and
Faded jeans and
Oceans and
China teacups and
Forget-me-nots.
Morpho butterflies in the pit of my
Stomach and
His eyes and
My
Heart.

When you like someone everything changes, doesn't it?
It's as if the rules don't apply.
Your turn offs fade away and you don't quite understand why.
You start to notice the little things,
Like the way they their eyes squint when they smile.
Or how their hair is always a mess,
Or how beautiful their awkward laugh is.
You see the best in them when everyone else sees the worst.
You look at them with that lust, a desire,
A beating in your heart screaming kiss me.
But until that happens all you can think about is how they're going to taste on your lips,
How your sheets are going to smell once they've left,
And how your heart is gonna skip a beat every time he says your name.
Some would call it an infatuation,
I'd just call it a crush.