Warmer days and imperceptible green buds creep from dry grey sticks

Meat
and bones
shiver,

trees
naked
branching
on the curved
turquoise
skyline.

Azure,
nothing
hidden,

Spring
bolting
through.

Winter's
white
blanket
long
passed
its Glitter.

Snow
now
a
four
letter
word.

I was proposed to once,
in an unfinished treehouse,
in his backyard.
The silence that fell between us,
only reminded me that:
we were just a thought.
An idea that tasted sweet
on the tip of my tongue;
but grew sour when I laughed.
And you kicked the leaves in defeat,
knowing that this was a passing phase.
And that saying "yes" wouldn't change
the way a clock ticks.
*The very clock that would be our end.

The beauty of a woman
is in the poems she's wrote,
the dreams she's weaved
and all the stories she's told.

The beauty of a woman
is in the adventures she's taken,
the lives she's touched
and all the minds she's awakened.

The beauty of a woman
is in the caring she gives,
the sincerity in her laughter,
and the passion in her griefs.

It's not the expensive clothes she owns,
her body size, the diamonds she's worn.
Measure not the beauty of woman in gold,
for the beauty of a woman is reflected in her soul.

I can slash a vein and
feel no pain
at all
but you
hurt me
only
by saying that
you have to
leave
and then you leave
me
bleeding
inside.

Your body.
My body.
Totally different body's.
That over time have became one.
You have made mistakes.
I stayed by your side.
I have done some bad things.
Your still by mine.
I hope we can stay one for the rest of our lives.
I promise I will not tell half truths or lies.
I believe you will promise the same.
I know we have lost some trust.
I'm willing to work hard to get it back.
Your my one and only.
My forever and always.
My knight and shining armer.
Who one day will ask me to be his queen.
So I can say.
My king.
Jonathan.
You are my everything.
You always will be.
I can't wait till the day I can stand in front of everyone.
Look at my ocean eyes.
And say to my fifty shades.
I Do.

You're sleeping next to me
the time on your old digital clock
lights up the room in neon green
6:23 am

my head hurts from crying myself to sleep
but you already knew that

You're sleeping next to me
or trying to rather,
the sun fill the room as the clock
the clock just stares at me
8:47 am

I should have left before you'd notice.
I don't want to see you
I don't even want to talk about what you said

6 months ago I promised i'd stop writing about you,
here i am
or here we are

here i am
there is no we
there hasn't been
but somehow even in my dreams your words
your words haunted me
"... I just don't love you anymore."