I ask him why hes so sweet
I ask him why he constantly says "i love you"
I ask him why he always looks into my eyes.
I ask him why he always holds my hand
I ask him "Why me?"

he chuckles, takes my hand, looks into my eyes
and with words so sweet he whispers
"Cant you see, i love you"

So long ago,
We two were together,
My heart ripped out by this fellow

A twist of cruel fate,
Kept us close so close,
Yet in a perpetual friend state.

So now two years past,
The opportunity rises,
To kick up the romance at last.

A peck on the lips,
And my heart starts to flutter,
My stomache jumps and flips.

Dinner, a movie, a basketball game,
Two dates in three short days,
Nice, relaxed and tame.

I like being with him,
And I've always wanted this boy,
Since the moment long ago when I met him.

But low and behold,
A new conflict arises,
For two others want my heart to hold.

Sorrow,
Electrifying.

At a time when I’d never seen
What chaos love creates in the mind,
I wrote a Valentine’s poem.
Chocolate and flowers won’t do, I announced.
I want a man of substance.
As if I was full of substance, me:
This silly little girl pining over boys
Instead of doing her homework.
Substance, to me, was only words
That came straight from the heart.
Those pretty ripples on the surface of the water
Embodied the essence of everything.
What gems lay on the floor of the sea,
Raw, sunken and hardly visible,
Did not matter in the least.
Today I swim about with flailing arms
Like a lost snorkeler in the deep Caribbean
Reaching out for the slightest glimmer I see.
Diamonds and pearls, please come to me!
I’ll treasure you till eternity.
But alas, it is dust sparkling in the sun
And nothing more. I find I must
Let go of my dream of spotting gleaming
Jewels floating above the ocean floor.
This silly little girl is now pining over dreams
Instead of living a dry reality.
Perhaps a man of substance has no need
In this world full of deceptive discoveries.
Perhaps chocolate and flowers can
Shroud my thoughts in their sweetness,
Just to keep me happy.
And perhaps movies are made cheesy
To reflect our shallow truth,
Wrapped in cellophane and ribbons,
Straight from the nearest Archies Gallery.

Here is to that one kiss
The one that changed it all
Here is to falling like fool
You are now the one I miss

Here is to praying I am right
That you are real and mine
Here is to dreams coming true
In your thoughts by day and dreams by night

Here is to those who jump and yell
"Geronimo" do or die trying
Here is to my beautiful distraction
I'm yours now, one kiss and I fell

You are
  a message sprawled onto parchment
  shoved in a bottle
  thrown into the sea

Maybe someday
  you'll come back
  wash upon the shore
  with open arms

For now, you are
  the rolling waves
  forever echoing
  on the coast

Hold me
like the branch holds the new snow fall
supported, content, each knowing the others role

No
not like a dying man holds a raft at sea
I am not your savior
I cannot resist the weight
I sink too

Hold me
like a mother who feels the weight of her baby's blue eyes
deep, connecting, gentle

No
not like an addict holds the needle
I am not your answers
I cannot control your shakes
I get lost too

Hold me
like a man so in love he will never let go
committed, strong, encouraging

No
not like a boy searching for a puppet to play with
I am not lifeless
I cannot be controlled
I lead too

I will

cut those strings and run
to watch the mother holding those baby blue eyes standing knee deep in snow while the man who holds her hand will never let go

I found a door

which leads me

to the next level.

The door led

to a new land

a new world.

And now I stand

before a bridge

and across it,

my dreams.

But before I can cross

a witch stops me

and charged a toll.

The toll to my dreams.

But the price:

my life.