As he lays in her arms, the sun falls slowly from the sky.
She smiles at him and kisses his forehead.
He closes his eyes as the last light leaves his face.
She runs her fingers through his hair, and the sun yields to candlelight.
The music fades away until there is nothing but her.
He smiles too, and she traces her finger down his nose.
He kisses her fingertips one by one, tasting her love for him.
A breeze tickles the candles, threatening to extinguish them.
He opens his eyes, looking up into those beautiful blues.
He whispers those three special words to her and she blushes gently.
She leans down and brushes her lips against his.
Ecstasy overcomes them in this perfect moment.
The breeze wins, and the candles are snuffed out, leaving them in darkness.
“I could die in your arms,” He says in that gentle way she adores.
And he does.
He closes his eyes for the last time as she cradles her lover.
His happiness is profound, and he drifts away to dream of her eternally.
At least until tomorrow.

You never saw my secret place.
The river runs through, dancing
with rocks, making rainbows.

At night the bugs come, hungry
for me. But it’s ok because I’m
happy here. It’s so peaceful.

I long only to be in my secret
place because it’s better here.
No one knows I exist and I like it.

This is where I write. My secret
place likes me too, and it gifts
me with ideas. Inspiration!

You should come. You could be
happy here too. We’d skip rocks
and put our feet in the water.

You’d smile at me and splash my
face playfully. So I’d pin you down
on the ground and kiss you dearly.

I showed you the way but you never
came. Never saw the secret place.
The secret place that I call my heart.

I hate how you used to talk when I was watching TV.
I hate the way you’d laugh when you thought something was funny.
I hate how you’d pretend to laugh at my jokes, even though I could tell the difference.
I hate how you’d use up all the hot water and left me to take cold showers.
I hate how you’d never let me go out with my friends.
I hate that you used my toothbrush.
I hate that stupid dog you got.
I hate the way you drove.
I hate how you’d always complain about how hard your day was. I work too.
I hate how you walked on my carpet with your shoes on.
I hate how you’d always interrupt me when I was talking.
I hate your parents.
I hate that scrunchy look your eyes got when you smiled.
I hate the way you left me alone.
I hate how you’re happy and don’t even think of me.

But mostly, I hate the fact that I could never hate you at all.

Eternal December.
The clouds explode and heaven cries.
Razor ice falls, cuts my skin.
I give crimson rain to the earth.
Rogue winds come, time falters.

Trapped in December.
I fall, the snow embraces me.
My eyes locked in oblivion.
My awareness filled with purgatorial nightmares.

Falling. Always falling.
Frozen memories of love and happiness.
Painful existence making itself aware.

Enslaved to my own mind.
Chaos beckons me to her *****.

Living in an eternal December.