You may not have been birthed in the soil,
and granted,
you will not blossom
when spring melts winters wake
but inside of you
grows a thousand gardens
full of exploding stars.
You are of the earth
and your ashes
have been constructed with stardust,
and set free with the wind.
So you may not have a pretty face,
and your body may hold stories
of too many moonless nights alone.
But if you reach inside,
you will find a forest
for a ribcage
and a restless ocean heart.
So don't ever let anyone tell you
you are nothing.
You are a galaxy
holding a million different planets,
and my dear,
that is not nothing.

You didn't know what to say anymore.
So you didn't.
You picked up your guitar
and you played for me some more.
You sang for me
songs we'd danced to before.
And it hurt but I smiled
and listened to you.
You played all my favorite songs
that were all your favorites too.
I watched you
you, with your eyes closed shut.
The petals fell from the sunflowers
and your room got dark and cold.
You sang songs you'd written in rehab
that you swore weren't written for other girls
but when you sang them
your eyes got still
and I could swear you were remembering someone.
That was our last night together.
And I didn't know it at the time,
but that was the last music I would hear.


*s.mndi

I wasn't ready.
I wasn't ready for your emerald eyes to bat their way into my heart. I wasn't ready for my world to revolve around you. I wasn't ready for you to act like you cared. I wasn't ready to have you rip yourself away from me after I'd grown attached. I wasn't ready to try and develop a new habit to forget about my habit of loving you. I wasn't prepared for all the pain that comes from withdrawals. I wasn't ready to be used. I wasn't ready to be thrown away. I wasn't ready to battle these recurring dreams of me in your arms. I wasn't ready for my fantasy to be shattered by the harsh, cold, reality that you never cared.
I wasn't ready.
But who ever is?

At the start of summer I was introduced to you
It was pure serendipity
I said,
                                                           ­               "Hi I'm Ryder, age twenty-two"
On our first date I noticed your eyes
An emerald green
They had me memorized
                                                       ­    
On our second date I noticed your smile
The stars in your eyes
Your quirky style                            

On our third date I noticed the freckles on your skin
Your succulent lips
That dead **** grin
                        
On our fourth date I noticed the coolness of your kiss
And the flutter in my heart
After our goodnight kiss
                       
On our fifth date you told me that you loved me
Took me on a picnic
Carved our names into trees
                                                                ­                                                        (R+D)
  ­                                                               
                                                              ­   "Baby I love you, don't you feel it too?
                                                            ­               this electricity that's between us
                                                              ­                             I want to be with you"

1 year later on our last date you barely looked at me
                                                              ­                 "Honey, I cheated," you said
                                                            ­                                   "Please forgive me"

*R.r