You made me feel like such a **** child and every attempt I made to hold your hand, you shook off and ignored until it was convenient for you.

Everything was so infantile to you. You had already reached goals I set for myself and you were bored. "Small" was synonymous with my dreams in your book.

Maybe I was naive, but you're rigid attitude towards me has taught me how to shed those jejune fantasies and keep everyone I meet at arms length.

I see no point in these frivolous feelings that used to steer me into shipwrecks. I'm too busy drinking bleach to **** these butterflies to answer your calls.

The walls of your childhood home
used to hold their breath when you got upset.
I would pretend I didn't notice the holes
in the closet door and you would pretend
they didn't mirror the holes in your chest.
You never told me about your father, but
when you were drunk you'd mention your old man
and I could see all those
miles of running in your eyes.
I saw a picture in your mom's living room
of a man with the same jawline as you.
Always clenched,
always tense,
always ready to leave at a moments notice.
You said I made you softer.
I didn't know if that was a compliment
with the amount of venom you spat it out with.
You felt you were above vulnerability
but I remember
walking to your house in the rain
to shoo away your insecurites.
The door was unlocked
but you never really let me inside.
You didn't speak to me
for three days after it burned down.
When you finally did show up
at my doorstep you said
you were ready to come home.
I was ready to keep you warm in the winter
but I had forgotten
about your fists in the drywall
and the way you slammed doors
until the front window shattered.

I’ve hunted in packs with numbers odd
They paired themselves while I just nod

My track is a trail without traces behind
My target ‘s a prey deemed unworthy to find

It’s all the same across the multitude
I can’t escape this solitude

If I could choose, should I rewind?
Or wait for our fate to intertwine

I hunt in a pack with numbers odd
No one could pair, none would add

Until you came and say in kind
I’ll stay with you if you don’t mind

My thoughts are crabbed and sallow,
My tears like vinegar,
Or the bitter blinking yellow
Of an acetic star.

Tonight the caustic wind, love,
Gossips late and soon,
And I wear the wry-faced pucker of
The sour lemon moon.

While like an early summer plum,
Puny, green, and ****,
Droops upon its wizened stem
My lean, unripened heart.

If I had Audrey Hepburn's class and elegance, would I catch your eye when we passed each other in a morning rush?

If I had Elizabeth Taylor's eyes and body, would you stay a bit longer?

If I had the simple yet perfect beauty of Grace Kelly, would you wrap your arms around me at night and make me your princess?

And if you saw the lurking shadows and sensed the sadness behind my smile, just like Marilyn Monroe, would you leave me
all over again?

608

Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
Not Death—for who is He?
The Porter of my Father’s Lodge
As much abasheth me!

Of Life? ’Twere odd I fear [a] thing
That comprehendeth me
In one or two existences—
As Deity decree—

Of Resurrection? Is the East
Afraid to trust the Morn
With her fastidious forehead?
As soon impeach my Crown!

'Gingerbread,
Go to the head.
Your task is done;
A soul is won.
Take it and go
Where muffins grow,
Where sweet loaves rise
To the very skies,
And biscuits fair
Perfume the air.
Away, away!
Make no delay;
In the sea of flour
Plunge this hour.
Safe in your breast
Let the yeast-cake rest,
Till you rise in joy,
A white bread boy!'

there are two candles burning
in the dark
one is yours
one is mine
and though the flames
never touch
our lights combined
brighten the room
and I hope you stay
because there's already enough
empty space
in this world

0%
Your plane landed at Seatac. I was never a thought on your mind.
I woke up late. My mind was somewhere else.

1%
I remembered you had arrived home a few days before. I was excited to see you again.
I might've crossed your mind once, but it was nothing.

2%
You walked through the doors of church. Everything looked different, but you scanned for familiar faces. You met mine, and didn't recognize it.
I saw you. I felt so,etching immideatly and was the first to hug you.

3%
You recognized me.
I embraced you a second time.

4%
You couldn't stop staring at me.
I couldn't stop loving it.

9%
We sat next to each other all night. You stared at me as I scrolled through iPod.
I knew I wanted you more every second.

13%
"Good morning! X)"
"Good morning :-)"

21%
I built up my courage.
You ceded yours.
July 28th

30%
I couldn't look you in the eye. Once I finally kissed you, I didn't need to.
Your poem was clutched in my sweating hand.
"I love you Robyn"

41%
Today.
"Marry me"
"I'm trying XD"
Marriage pending.
"then . . . we'll get the expansion pack XD"

42%
You say you'd kiss me quiet.
I can't speak without stuttering.