One day
in the middle of class
while everyone was working
my eyes filled with tears
because I knew
they were thinking
about their work
or friends
but all I could think about
was how I’d much rather
be at the top of a building
about to jump

You are my drug;
I am addicted to you.
You make me believe that
whatever was hurting me,
You could make disappear.
The compassion in your touch,
the sparkle in your eye,
the warmth of your skin,
your breath on my neck
that shakes me within.
I think of you in the morning
before the sun rises,
when in the still of the darkness
my heart feels your presence.
I think of you at noon when the sun is at its highest,
when the heat warms my skin
and causes my eyes to close
with sheer pleasure.
I think of you when the sun has set
and the stillness of the moon
is displaying one of its
many wondrous phases.
The thoughts of your smile,
your laugh, and your eyes
create a feeling that is impossible
to express with just words.

She’s banged up,
mentally and emotionally,
literally and metaphorically,
but everyday she walks outside
with a smile on her face
because that’s who she is.