she became invisible to
his eyes because he was out
looking, for a light that shined
just as bright as the gem that
turned his somber nights into
a radiant daybreak that paints
his skies with royalty. he turned
moth to flame for a fair-haired girl
with cobalt spheres; a face that
was there when she wanted him.
she became nourishment for
his soul because on those somber
evenings, he always sought out
for her; a daydream of a damsel
with ebony abraded into her bones
because she hid from the limelight
when she had wildfires running in
her veins glowing; a face that
was there when he wanted her.
but she captured his heart because
it knew that even the sun can’t
wash the moon out against the blue
unless it decides to disappear

your archetype is a jester.

your job is the entertainer.

your place is at the end of a joke

because you're the punchline of the day.

you're as real as a paper town,

an assembly line product;

you're the wild card,

ready to replace.

but i'm the queen of hearts,

and the deck has spoken:

we only need fifty-two cards.

so please, remove the joker.

We're looking for identity

not a face to replace.

Baby, it is cold outside
but I don’t want to go home.
Winter wasn’t made for memories
and moments weren't made to last.
Keeping Christmas-safe each city block
for I am almost done ageing.
a possibility made of glass,
a relationship never made to last.
Please, don’t let me down.
you once told me, to believe that
winter was a wonderland
but death would be a great adventure.
I find it hard to write;
these memories will never fade.

here's a list
of my favorites
i put together
just for you

( a collection
of songs
i've had on
r e p e a t
in my mind )

in hopes you’ll
find pieces of me
in the lyrics
i quote from
time to time

from love songs
to sad songs -
i  hope they
remind you of
s o m e o n e

the first time i tried this,
the page was scattered with
poorly doodled stars
for thoughts i could just
barely fathom in my mind.
a new plot for every thought
that crossed my consciousness
until the paper brimmed with
points that i couldn’t connect
one another to. but you of
all people should understand
that constellations are hard
to create.

how long did it take to find
the perfect combination of
twenty six letters that feel
like silk between my teeth
as i read the text out loud?
how many times did you lull
over each word with thesaurus
to your right, making sure
each word was caramelized
to perfection? watching carefully
for the perfect shades
of amber and rust.

the sweetness of the sunshine
yellow you feed us for hope,
and the dark rich mahogany
that turned bitter everything
that was ever sweet.
when we went looking for
the great land we found
nothing but white tulips
like an apology for not
being something greater
because life is filled with
nothing more than love,
death, adventure and a little
something in between.

and i never knew how love
even worked because
from the outside looking in
it is like the impact of
a truck coming at full speed.
it was going to happen
and it happened, there’s no
in between when honestly
nothing compares to it better
than the hardships of falling
asleep ( though the task proves
harder for insomniacs ).
from the inside you only know
only that it has happened because
love is an unseasoned thing
with a sweet aftertaste.

but this is just a side effect.
this is just the ying to the yang.
i grew up knowing too well that
everything had it’s advocate.
because time’s a **** and she
doesn’t wait on anyone, closing
the gates for anyone who
didn’t have enough to pay
the price to live in the numbered
days. But as days drag on
we find infinities within
our numbered days, the antipode
of time we call hope.

I never knew much about
the world until I started reading
almost forgetting that stories
aren't always about heroes
but people who wish no more
than to seek a great perhaps.

I’ve never seen stars until I left the city
Far from those over lit streets that went in for miles
I spend nights outside under the clear skies
Staring at lights that burned out years ago
It’s been a while but I’ve never seen one fall
Like I have under city lights
He was like some miracle, that boy;
Shot across my sky like a shooting star
As I stood under the blazing sun
And I have yet to see him burn out.

I am nothing more than a moon
who sits in the night sky
just waiting for the day i find a sun
that wont wash me out
against the blue.

Every night I lay in bed and
Right before I fall asleep
I wonder what
Caused us to become
Such great friends
Over a short amount of time- but
Nothing hurts more than the
Harsh reality that
Unfolded and reminds me that
After all the time
Not one thing
Gave you a reason to stay

i suffocate myself
with unnecessary thoughts
of the past
and what was and will
never be again

i drown myself
with the cold reality
that this year
you most certainly
will not be coming back

i shield myself
from the possibility
that we will never
stand where we use to
as i welcome the new year

I left it all up to chance,
because you never came
with a recommended serving size.
a sunset hanging from a string
and a handful of bad intentions.
love, death, adventure and a little
something in between — the
Calm before a storm. yet your brooding eyes
are filled with lost dreams and broken hopes
Because you make me feel like dirt
and i had a debt to collect.
a guy like you should wear a warning;
an infamous king of thieves with the jar of hearts,
a tirade come to an end.

here's to being honest
on how a broken heart works

it's two in the morning
and all my thoughts turn to
the only boy i ever
fell in love with

and even though I
have somone waiting
on me

my thoughts turn to my
first love
who never loved me
like i wanted him to

gave me so much
to remember him by

and taught me so much
like how to love
even when love won't work

every autumn i watch
the leaves [ fall ] ;
i watch them
spin and twirl
and softly touch the
ground [ in ]
an act of grace
by mother  nature.
i watch them turn
to flames -
shades of red and
orange found
in romance, [ love ]
a  m  o  r  e -
i listen to them
as they crunch
underneath me
and i wonder
what it would
be like to have
someone  
[ with me ]
to spend this
autumn day
with

{ s s }

Be my moon,
And I will be your sun.

She hid herself— refusing to be
bound to a life of melting when
was made to stand out.
Her flare shines ever so scarcely,
in hopes to be found by a star
that wouldn’t smother her.

He whispers into the darkness,
in hopes that in the solitude of
her frigid fortress won’t shatter
the words before her heart can.
Believing that he could show her a
rainbow without snuffing her out.

[ i'm so ] lost in this
endless sea
of [ hopeless ] romance
and i'm tired of
watching time go by.
[ when ] the sun rises
[ it comes ] and goes
over the horizon;
the water turns
blue [ to ] green
and as the tide turns
so do my thoughts
that [ you ] drowned
in the
      depths
              of the
                    ocean

they say distance
makes a heart grow fonder
or more forgetful
and when i lived no more
than a mile away
he forced himself to forget
the very essence of my existence
so in return i put twenty-two
hundred miles in between us
and i've never spent more time
wondering if the absence
would ever make him
ever so slightly indulgent
in any memory of me

Lucy; a name bestowed
Upon me by someone who
Considered my nature to be
Inviting — for kindness was
Far too boring to
Entertain a friendship worth
Remembering

I am truly horribly upset —
a misguided flame,
a moth to the light.
like a shot of *****
the elixir seeps between my lips;
some type of thrill
that makes me feel safe.
Nothing more but a anesthetic
with a bitter after taste
a mistake found a little too late
and a handful of bad intentions .
I am truly horribly upset
it takes seven years to erase every cell
and I am covered in your fingerprints.

He reminds me of faces I've
left in the past that I haven't seen before.
His voice is like an old song on
the radio I've never heard before.
He's a memory I've never made
catching up to haunt me.
It's not December but I can't help
but think it will all end the same.
Is this a second chance
or shall I ready the goodbye?
I face the future with uncertainty
cause people like you are hard to find.

the way you left
reminded me of how
i fall asleep at night
the presence slowly dawns
on me
and by the time i
realize what was
happening…
you were already gone -
quickly and without a trace
like the sleep that drags
me from reality

if it weren’t for
the messages on my phone
or the picture in my hand
the line i drew between
real life and
make believe
would be placed
when you and i met

he listens to the treble of her voice—
and the silent ghost of the sounds that
fail to make it past her lips;
wanting nothing more than to dissect
the words of woe that weigh her heart
with a bitter aftertaste, like a
liter of ***** on a friday night,
because words were never made
to be swallowed whole and love
was, in no way, ever meant to be simple.
as the minutes go by he comes to
recall that despair is never a constant

sixty weeks living typical
scholarship school days, lonely.
lights of bubble rabbits,
a bath of wild flowers ­
two or six or three
blossoming poems about
sequence and roses
debts from our bones,
stars singing in our blood