Birds chirp
and bees buzz.
You left
and I miss
what was.

Frogs leap
and flowers bloom.
You took my happiness
and left only gloom.

Wind whispers
and silence echos.
You'll never came back,
but I miss you so.

I am a doer of things.
I do the best I can at doing
and given due time,
things get done.

I am a sayer of things.
I knit words together;
I am famous for my
sprawling I'm Sorry scarves.

I am a dreamer of things.
I hold onto a hope and a wish
with both hands,
even if those things are invisible.

I am a fixer of things.
I kiss it all better
and glue pieces together
after I have been
a breaker of things.

another 4:12 goes by

my hand still stings
from the night I used it to punch through her wall
when I walked on the frostbitten sidewalk
and it broke my fall
when i got sick of hearing her talk and typed
"don't call me anymore"

those days weren't too long ago, really

i got my solace in the end that their winter's grasp dripped away from my body when your spring sun showed up
and gave way as your burning summer wildfire lit my coal'd heart

An ocean of ice once covered my entire surface
Until you came along.
You crash landed into me.
My inner core began to melt.
I am now a molten mass of warmth.

If you called my name, I'd come.
If you shouted help, I'd run.
But when I shout help instead,
you move as if your feet are lead.
Move, trick.

When you look up at the sky,
the moon herself blushes,
for the light in your eyes
shines brighter than hers.