I could have sworn
your eyes were hazel
when you told me
you loved me,

I could have sworn
they were never this shade
of rich mahogany-
but maybe they have lost
their intircate flecks of green
like the leaves do in Autumn.

I suppose winter was inevitable.

Happiness
is the ability
to marvel
at human individuality,

but what most people
don't see
is that by trying
to be what we are not,

we are denying
someone that
happiness.

All I want
is for you
to notice something
beautiful about me:

Whether it be
a freckle
on my neck,

the white line
on my nose
after I smile,

or the way
I string a bunch
of words together
in a poem.

I am supposed
to be doing my math homework

which currently lies
buried beneath
countless pages of poetry

because no algorithm can solve
the meaning of life

and no geometry proof
can prove love.

I am forever perplexed
By the idea that
I have only ever
Seen myself in mirrors.

Do I perceive myself
As others do?
Or have I created
An illusion of myself
All these years?

Maybe the world doesn't spin,
And it is the people
Who are constantly moving,
Trying to find something
They are still unsure of.

Be still and it shall come.

We are all flowers in this world,
Merely here to decorate the earth
Before God decides to pick us
For his bouquet of humanity.