Foggy days in absentia
Caught in the ripples of a memory
The sparkling bay laps the sand
Soaking in the love
Tanning in the brightness of a smile
Living behind closed eyes
Where the heart is full
And the soul lives with its mate
In that bliss, glowing red
That is where eternity continues
Bliss found in a gaze
Perfection in a kiss
sigh, foggy days in absentia

We have nothing close to an ordinary love, my dear.
An motorcyclist and a ballerina appear in mind,  
But that’s not even that clear.
Our bond is better than anything I can dream of.
a chemical bond between two atoms,
we are extraordinary.
But you still have that “typical boy” in you.
You bug me like a tick in the ear,
I love the pain you cause me.
But you still have that “manly strength” in you.
Protecting me like a hand lays protected by a boxing glove,
our love is something that is unspoken.

I remember the day like it was yesterday
you lied to me
you swore that you would be back
and I believed you.
10 years later
and I still am waiting for your presence
I don't want to breath in your absence that’s been left
because I know it would **** me.
but ****,
where are you dad?
and why have you been gone for so long.
10 years from now
You will still be my favorite mystery.
At 24, I’ll finally realize
I’ve been looking forward to a dissapointment.

I love you.
Yes what you’re reading is true.
But we don’t connect the way we use to.
When your hand softly brushes my palm,
it doesn’t feel like a magnetic force that must stay together.
Our hands no longer connect like a 500 piece  puzzle,
where you need every piece for it to work.
I think you lost a piece.
I think I’m losing you,
This
Sure
Won’t
Be
Easy.
When I glance at you across the room,
I get this quick urge to look away.
I can’t see you the way I want to.
Our love is as clear as a persons vision who goes blind.
We lost all of our love darling.
And I’m sure this won’t be easy to comprehend.

I used to ponder on the past,
but now I live like a free woman.

I used to be trapped in an imaginary cage,
but now I’m discovering the world that has lived before me.

I use to be afraid of changing,
but now I’m afraid of staying the same.

I used to be problematic at best,
but now I’m ambitious at worst.

I used to look at poems as a waste of talent,
but now I see them as a work of art.

I used to try hard to be like others,
but now I am myself.

At the age of 4, love was the thing that your parents were in.
And it was also the reason for them to be together.
So you were glad that they were “in love.”
At the age of 6, love was talked about a lot.
But it normally was gross and gave you cooties.
And you swore you would never be in love.
At  the age of 10, boys start to become so cute.
You just can’t keep your eyes off of them.
And everyone is developing crushes
and they start dating each other.
At the age of  14, love is the craving of every teanager.
You feel like you have to be good enough for a guy
and that is all that matters to you.
But, when you turn 16, love is abused.
It’s no longer what you ever thought it would be.
And boys make you cry
and emotionally unstable.

Death has been a common friend to me.
Family came into my life,
and left so soon.
I need you so much,
but you're 6 feet deep in the ground.
How is this going to do me any good?
So all I have now is the memories
and stupid thoughts that will haunt me
but not you.
But what I am seeking for is something tangible.
Nothing will ever be as great as you are.
How could you do this to me?
Just to leave me with that common friend.

step one,
come to bed.
two,
tuck me in
three,
crawl in next to me
four,
we kiss
five,
sleep.
blissful sleep.
six,
i wake up in sadness. i cling to you.
you stay. and hold me. and promise to never leave.
seven,
it's morning.
you're still here.
eight,
you're here. you're still here. you'll never leave. you'll always be here.