just another face in the crowd
just another classmate
we spoke occasionally, commenting on each other's work
Then it happened.
A random visit to my slumbering thoughts
made cloudy confusion blow away with the dark storm
I awoke with a smile on my face
hope wrapped around me
with a misty twinge of impatience for Tuesday rolling through
i'm not ready
i can't be ready
it's too soon...
it doesn't matter, he's not interested anyways
i don't want a rebound
i can't get hurt again
silence swept in behind you
calmly, coolly, quietly
setting things down beside me
ending with long walks in the darkening sky bright with city lights
heart pounding in my breast,
breath slipping past my lips in bursts,
butterflies fluttering in my stomach
things I had not felt for a long time
rose to the front of my mind
blooming in my heart
stirring with every class spent together
The fairytale I longed for may not exist,
but you may be the man to help me find something *better
This is me
This is him
Together me and him
Our desinty’s collide
Our world divides
But we stay put
Hand in hand
And foot by foot
It’s us not him and not me
We’ll reach for the stars
And the stars will set us free
Again this is not a love story
This is me
This is him
This is us.
I dance to the beat
That life flings at me.
I am a bit foolish
To be calm;
A bit sloppy.
think it's easy
ripped out of
pulled out of
torn out of
to make way
and I guess
its my time
I did not cry for you.
I have never cried for anyone who has left me because
I have always believed that I am so much stronger than the hollow silence.
But you once said I was beautiful, and you once said I was brave.
You will never see me in a toga or a white dress or a maternity tee,
but I hold fast to the days when you were mine to love and to look up to,
and I will always remember you in hot chocolate and french braids.
I'm so sorry.
I have caged all my monsters and now I keep them in the boxes underneath my bed.
These are the words I have used to cage them.
|| I miss you so.
I suppose I’m
I realized I
was last I
liked being first
The scent of your soul
Lingers on my hands.
I've had my head in
My palms for days.
I remember that summer by the lake
How you were surprisingly quiet that day
and nice to everyone which was weird
no sarcastic remarks
so unlike you
your wit had died down
if we hadn't known better
we would of said you were distracted
But grateful for the change in your
and teaching me to skip stones
If only you had taught me how to place my heart in my palm
and throw that away
You weren't one for smiles
but you didn't like dramatic send offs either
that's why I was surprised when we found your cold body on the floor
bathed in the afternoon sun
In your fathers cabin
by that god forsaken lake
Under that red sky that turned everything the shade of your blood
Cassie slipped and fell and screamed
But I didn't hear her I was too busy focusing on you
willing myself to see a chest rising and falling
but all there was, was static
somewhere beyond Cassies screams
And Luke rushed to somehow clasp your wounds shut
The reflexes of a Doctor's child
But he didn't see that there was no more blood left to flow
and you were blue and cold
but you seemed unburdened of whatever
I remember feeling relief
I stood there
We laughed at your funeral
At the irony of it all
and when your aunt got up and said you were the most
kind, generous young man
we almost died of laughter then
you were the most cold sarcastic ******we ever met
but still loved you
Jake elbowed me and said "What would he do if he was here right now?"
I smiled "He'd jump out that ******* coffin and give his mother a heart attack"
Because it was you after all
You did love dramatic endings
She claims she feels no pain,
That society has no effect on her.
Yet, red lines scatter along her body,
And a thinning body screams for aid.
See past her lies,
She needs your help.