Praise the spells and bless the charms,
I found April in my arms.
April golden, April cloudy,
Gracious, cruel, tender, rowdy;
April soft in flowered languor,
April cold with sudden anger,
Ever changing, ever true --
I love April, I love you.

We may never know
who people write about
and how they can keep writing
and
writing
and
writing

I know I write for someone
I also know the chances are
deathly low

But I still try
But I still try to reach the unreachable

And I can trust that you
the person reading my poetry
can understand and relate to
yourself and others
about changes

Yes,
I know,
Sometimes it feels like all the people
who you've once loved and cared for,
are the very ones trying to dig
your own grave

And yes,
I know,
It feels like the world is crumbling down
at the very touch of your fingertips,
while everyone else is ecstatic and enthusiastic
about the life that they're living.

I know what it's like,
to believe that your being
is far more useless and unimportant
than anyone else's

And yes,
I know that all you want is
for the people you
love and care about,
to just love and care for you back

But sometimes, yes
we need to realize that
what we want
isn't always possible

And that being cared about,
or loved, or treated with
the respect we deserve,
isn't always palpable

But yes,
I also know that to me,
your eyes are able to light
up an entire room,
when I'm surrounded by darkness

And I know
that you can get knocked down
over and over and over again,
and I would still be there each time,
to bring you back to your feet

Because I know
that you are worth more than
what any harsh words,
or human damage
can do to you

And I know,
that there are an unimaginable
amount of places and things
for you to go,
and for you to see

And you
should never let
anyone's mistakes
or inconsiderateness
break you down

Because I know
how special you are,
and I wouldn't ever let that
slip out of my grasp

You are stronger than diamond,
your loveliness is  greater
than the depth of the sea,
you are capable of amazing things,

And,
I know this.

Drip drip drip
want and plan and
prepare and wait,
overthinking can get you far,
into insanity

moving so fast theres too much to do,
so little time, so what do you do?

nothing

how long has it been
i cant figure out time
i cant figure out me
or the cheat cods to live right,
and im frustrated i can't finish
too many thoughts in too little time

all this and the next drop hasnt even fallen yet

drip
oh there
drip drip drip

It's funny, isn't it?
To see the weird girl
walking alone
with the tears in her eyes.

To know that it was you
who ripped her at the seams
the words that hurt
and the eyes that cut.

It's all so humorous, right?
She doesn't mean anything
to you, and she won't ever
and that protects you.

Oh, but you're wrong
I know your faces
every insecure flicker
and this is your fall.

And may my wrath burn
like every syllable inflicted upon me
and, without further gusto,
I will rip you apart.

The sunset will hide my eyes
with your hands clawing at your throat
purple swimming in your vision
like the darkness coming in.

No one will know
and I will win forever
now, tell me
Isn't that funny?

How is it that you can make me feel so alone,
Even in the most crowded of places?
Or maybe the better question is
Why?
You, who has the power
To make me happy more than anyone else can,
Who makes happy all the time.
Most of the time.
So why, then, do I always end up getting hurt?
Listening to others around me,
Laughing,
Smiling,
Having a grand old time,
Makes me hurt all the more.
And what do you do?
Continue to ignore.
I know you don't mean it.
I know you don't want to make me feel this way.
But I do, and you do.
So what is there to do?
At this point, I don't know.
Nor do I know how to know.
Wishing it could be different
Wouldn't actually change anything.
I suppose I could just cry,
Until my eyes are dried out
And there is nothing left but dried up love.
I just hope it breathes life again sometime soon.