"i miss you."

your beautiful, soft fairy-like features.
the soft, pale skin kissed with blemishes.
your small hands holding mine- holding together the broken pieces of my heart.

"i miss you."

the innocent, puppy like eyes staring back at me.
the feelings running through my mind gazing into your honey-dipped eyes.
the gorgeous flowing brown locks- dancing in the wind- the ones i love to run my fingers through.
your soft smile- melting all of my coldness surrounding my soul.

"it's all winter here, even in August."

my heart breaks when you're not with me. the snow buries my thoughts in cold misery.
the darkness surrounds my senses.

"how long do i have to wait, and how many sleepless nights do i have to spend to see you-to meet you."

i can't wait to see your eyes crinkle as you laugh at my jokes.
the warmth in your smile that brings out so much joy in me.
the soft feeling of your hands on my body.
the sweet vanilla scent of you-residing within my clothes.
the sweet taste of your strawberry-tinted lips.

"i try to exhale you in pain, like smoke- like white smoke. i say that i'll erase you, but i can't really let you go yet."

you're on my mind all day and night.
you're the voice that keeps me up at night.
the parasite infecting my brain.
it hurts. but i can't let it go. im addicted.

"the morning will come again. no darkness, no season is eternal."

"wait a little bit, just a few more nights. i'll be there to see you. i'll come for you."

"please stay, please stay there a little longer."

we'll meet again my love.
just like we did before.
please. wait for me a bit longer.
until i see you one

spring day.


-RB

my brother once said to me "women are like fireworks. once up in the sky, they're beautiful and bright. but one wrong decision in life and they're gone in an instant."

so maybe- instead of describing women as fireworks, why not describe life as a firework?

the initial spark of life, the journey upwards, the explosion of color, and the oh so quick ending.

when the firework is first lit, no one knows what to expect. when humans are born, no one knows what to expect- we love to say we do, but we don't. at all.

the fireworks' journey upwards. the seemingly endless flight upwards. the human evolution. the many obstacles and experiences effecting each person. each spark.

the explosion. the best part of it all. the part everyone looks forward to. the feeling of happiness of waiting for it to explode- the anticipation and wondering of how it'll be- the experience of being successful, happy, and free to do anything you put your mind to.

the big, bright, beautiful, colorful individual. the grand reveal of the wondrous moment.

the slow falling of the sparks, the colors fainting into the dark night sky. the time coming to an end- the time of life. the time of love and light. all good things must come to an end eventually. every good firework show has it's grand finale

so don't let life dim your sparkle. your life. ignite it. let yourself free. let out your inner

firework.



-RB