I like it when you're tired
And when your thoughts and words go
Go go go
And never stop.
They're unfiltered
So I see the true you
All your crazy thoughts
Your weird plans
               We should invent an artificial sun
                               that runs on solar power!
And we act foolish
Completely immature and playful
And I get to see your crinkly-eyed smile
And hear your hushed giggles
Whenever you laugh at the silliest things
And it's truly beautiful

Have your ever stood on the edge
And wondered?
What does the Black feel like?
Is it that soft brush against your skin?
Which raises the hackles?
Or would it cling like tar
Hot and sticky
Seeping into your pores and
Down to your very soul
Solidly encasing it in stone.
What does it taste like?
Does it brush against your lips
A whisper, a kiss?
Or does it flow down your throat
Choking, clogging, no air.
And what smell would it have?
Would it be a gentle reminder
Of a distant memory, buried deep
Or would it slam into your senses
Like a wind carrying the scent
Of Long Forgotten memories
That wound the heart.
If I took that step, from the edge
Would the Black softly receive me
Or burn forever, relentlessly?
Would it gently beckon me or
Would it reach out its long bony fingers and
Seize me
With no choice?
Have you ever wondered?

Building walls
Impenetrable
To everyone
Except you

I allow you in
Just so you
Can tear me apart
From the inside out

i am not the girl you will fall in love with upon first sight
i am made of late nights, busy days, and a long hard past
i am not a pair of legs
i am the sum of all my thoughts
and everything i aspired to be when i was little
i am not a pair of almond-shaped eyes
i am a soft kiss on your cheek and your face nuzzled into my neck when it's 2 am and you can't handle everything
you will not fall for me upon first sight
but you will fall for me
slowly
as you get to know me
and i wouldn't have it any other way

But how then could you die;
if not yet lived!

Sticks and stones my break my bones
but words may never leave me.

Never again can I breathe,
Knowing that you've fallen for me,
The years that you've shown,
The pain that you've known,
And for what?

For I and them and everyone else,
But what about you?
One so lost and lonely,
Now bothered by others around her,
But still she says nothing,
Nothing worth the wait,

Nothing all the while now has grown,
Into such pain behind the shadows,
The shadows of her crooked smile,
And still there remains nothing,
Nothing improved; only improvised,

Open your eyes…

Going to bed thinking of you will leave me a very sad mornings' wake,
Allowing me to do none other than contemplate my mistakes,
Leave alone my heart and my mind,
Walk away without looking back,
Fast forward in time

Separately we walk,
Parting ways with each step,
Allow our paths to never cross again in depth

A future without you,
A future without the boy who,
Put himself first after getting what he wanted,
Leaving a heart alone, cold, and knotted

Beauty is created and never abolished,
But only if those who seek it choose to remain honest

A blue sneaker and a red scarf,
Given to a cold stone box and a shelf rather dark,
Never getting back to the bad old memories

She walks away with confidence on her way to feel free,
Wanting you to know at the end of the day,
With or without you,
She'll be okay