sunshine

sunshine Aug 2013

How does it feel?
To know that my smile isn't yours.
What's it like?
Knowing that your pain didn't last.
Why are you here?
Trying to fix something that isn't broken.

My dear, you had your chance.
Now this smile,
My smile,
It's not for you.

Hehe.. Finally growing, relationships can be hard. I'm happy I survived this one with very few tears!

sunshine Aug 2013

To you.

You,
the one with the pretty eyes,
that nice smile,
the dreads you once had,
I'm over you.

You,
the one with the kind eyes,
amazing coffee skills,
the truly amazing words,
I'm here.

I guess this is my final goodbye to Travis. You guys should check him out though TR Saucier, he's a great poet.

sunshine Jul 2013

Survive.

That sound, did you hear it?
A cracking, breaking noise.
It was there, I'm sure of it.

I heard it, as you walked away.
Did you hear it?
I'd be surprised if you had not.

Twas loud, like a crack of thunder.
Or the shattering of glass.
If you did not hear it, I'm surprised.

Left here, picking up the glass.
Creating all of these new scars, new cuts.
It will be alright, I'll survive.

Dedicated to the one I used to love.

sunshine Jul 2013

Lost you.

It can be found in many ways,
by searching,
by falling,
sometimes by tripping.
It can be lost too.

I thought I loved you,
thought you felt the same.
Then you left,
just disappeared.
tore me in two.

I fell for you, every word, every poem. But you obviously didn't feel the same. You just up and left.

sunshine Jun 2013

Cinderella.

Silly songs,
Pink dresses,
Bows to match.
Pageant after pageant,
Class after class.
Perfect hair,
Tease it big.
Painted faces,
Plastic dolls.
Dress them up,
Show them off,
Put them away.
In the end,
get a sash,
a crown,
a trophy.
Leave in tears,
sad faces,
Don't let the judges see.
Go home,
Prepare again,
new dresses,
bows to match.
Replay until you win...

There are pageants called Cinderella Pageants, I won Miss Photogenic in my division years ago. This is the best way to describe these shows... To describe the dolls that these mothers make their little girls into.

sunshine Jun 2013

This box.

Your box.
Tis' small and insignificant.
Once it was huge.
Didn't even fit on the shelves!

But now.
That box, your box, has shrunk.
You are the cause.
For leaving in my time of need.

You my dearest, you are done.

sunshine Jun 2013

Ready to run.

Ready to take my first steps,
To run away,
Run into your arms.

I was just about done,
Money saved up
ready to run, right to your arms.

You left.
No clue why.
You once said,
You were afraid of getting hurt,
Guess what,
I was too.

I wish you knew these things... I miss you dear.