Every time someone asks me if we are together
A huge smile spreads across my face
and I cant help it.

No wonder no one believes me
when i say we aren't.

i would run a million miles
to pique your interest
anything to be different
to fascinate you
I'd get plastic surgery
start wearing pink
have long angry conversations
smoke
reveal secret passions for boring things
just to see your confused, intrigued face
because that is my favorite of your expressions
the one that doesn't shut down when asked to think
the one that has forgotten to dislike,
the open face, the excited face, the beautiful face
that's it
that's the one.

My favorite is one I requested on a morning in the summer when I went to the library too early and they weren't open yet, so I waiting in the parking lot and she was just barely waking up and I asked her for a photo and she said she was ugly cause it was morning and she wasn't ready at all, but I kept asking and so she did. She sent me a photo of her in bed, sleepy as hell and it is the best photo I've ever seen. The joy that photo brings me is immeasurable. It comes from a time when life was perfect, it comes from a perfect source, who I loved perfectly.

I would give anything to be with her.

it is not enough to be dumbstruck.

can you fill the silence?

oh, sweet little darling,
who are you pretending to be?
what do you have to hide?
don't be afraid to show me,
oh, precious princess,
these endearments make you want to die
but I wish you'd just confess
you've told me everything else, oh apple of my eye
no need to hide behind
whatever lying disguise
that you decided you needed
this time.

i mean
nothing
to you
but
you mean
everything
to me

He kissed me so deeply I forgot whose air I was breathing

children
are a flame that is already kindled
and you must be careful not to extinguish it
for they will hold the water you poured all over their souls
deep inside them
forever.
children
are carpenters
engineers
painters
and when you build for them
build them a platform for them to explore from
not a box for them to fill.
children
are galaxies,
spinning, beautiful, incredibly deep
they are flowers, with tender pistils
and incredibly fertile stamen
they are grass that will not strangle eah other
until you stomp on them
they are clouds that move frailly,
bound by the wind and bearing but one load of rain
they are wells: the deeper you dig, the more you find,
the farther the bottom goes,
they are dancers: turn off the music for just a second, and the mood is ruined
they are all these things
but above all,
they are children,
and they should be guarded
and held as tenderly
as our own hearts-
even more so, for I am careless with my heart-
I will guard the children like I guard my mind,
lay down my life and pick up my armor
anything, everything,
for these, the most beautiful and perfect of us all.

Who would have known?

The chatter in the hallways,
the scent of which a girl would love
to have linger
on her garments.
Who would have known?
That stained skin and wild eyes
would have
stolen those divine lips.

You leave me speechless and my words
are rusting in the back
of my throat.

You have commenced a war within me;
your fingertips blazing and your tongue
echoing gunshots off the roof my mouth.

I would burn to the ground,
merely to see you with tear-stained flowers for me.
I despise the control you have over me.
It is terrifying;
the unspoken promise that the heartache you cause will be of the Red in
shades of grey.