You flash me that smirk I know way too well.
One that I have tried to shield myself from but have failed miserably.

I thought avoiding you was moving on.
I thought being with someone else was moving on.

But when you walked back into my life and decided to tell me you miss me, I was reeled back in.

Your voice, your laugh, the colour of your eyes, the prominent shape of your jawline; they were all my thoughts could circle.
Everything I thought I had forgotten about you came in and drowned me, reminding me of all the suppressed feelings I tried not to show.

You were my temptations.
And a hug turned into begging for a kiss.
And begging for a kiss turned into explaining I had a boyfriend.
And explaining I had a boyfriend turned into wondering, if it really came down to it, who would I choose?

But then my brain starts to kick in and tell me no.
It tells me what could have been.
What should have been.
What wouldn't have been.

Found someone, fits like a charm
Never mind false alarm.

Sitting across from you I see forever in your eyes

Dear Drift Compatible,

You are my best friend. We do not talk every day, but we do not have to. You are kind, and good, and loving. You are my best friend, and sometimes more like a mom, and I love you for that.

When I was broken up with on your porch and ever so suddenly homeless once more, you let me keep some of my stuff with you while I was in the hospital.

You offered me a place with you wherever you are if I ever need it, and that is the kindest, most beautiful thing someone has ever done for me. If I could compare you to a summer's day, I probably wouldn't. They're humid and gross and sticky, things we hate. Winter wouldn't work either, too cold and your heart is too kind and warm.

Maybe early Fall. We'll look back into it.

Thank you for being the Spock to my Kirk ('cause you make sense and I'm an emotional mess but we're both pretty smart), the Riza Hawkeye to my Roy Mustang without the weird ****** tension, and  the Fireheart to Graystripe because everyone knows you're the logical Fireheart and I'm the poor-decision making Graystripe. You are the Levy to my Lucy ('Cause Fairytail had to be mentioned).

Forever your adopted child,
Who needs glass when we have anime and cats?

For my 2016 writing project, I’ve decided to write a single line of poetry every day for an entire year. Below, is June’s poem. Enjoy!


A crack runs through the windshield.

This is how life goes.

Perhaps, a metaphor for something bigger.



We move down the road;

Drinking in the scenery like quiet passengers.

Our view is obstructed though.



A crack runs through the windshield.

A tear cuts across me too.

Perhaps, neither shall be repaired.



Travel provides life lessons.

These vistas seen at 70 MPH matter.

Who is sitting next to you matters more.



A crack runs through the windshield.

No break found in the rearview;

Future and past boldly symbolic.



I grab his hand.

In the safety of this car, there is no one to judge.

Our love is left alone.



A crack runs through the windshield.

I don’t belong to this fate.

This wasn’t meant to be my life.



The highway won’t claim me.

It will set me free.

Unbound, hovering over yellow stripes.



A crack runs through the windshield.

We are defined by the optical illusion.

Things could be worse.



We are finally free.

He will forever be mine.

Cracks can be repaired.