Have you ever
Stood under a cloud
And felt every raindrop fall

Every tear hit
And leaves a cool trail
As it slides down your face

But then it hangs there
Waiting for it's impending
Doom
As it dangles off your chin


And suddenly
It falls
Reaching it's final destination

Its funny how the little tear
Started somewhere
Associated with heaven
And ended up
Here on earth.

©sierraelectra

To taste the sugar on your lips,
to float on the mist that is in your breath,
to be the sparkle in your eye,
to cherish me always until I die.

I didn’t ask
for harsh words.
I merely wanted
a ball glove.

Bruises of my youth
will fade,
but memories of your anger
are seared forever.

I sought protection,
but only received excuses
which smelled
of whiskey and
stale cigarettes.

You called me
a mistake of passion,
you treated me
as a little lower
than your dog.

Why?
No wait…
don’t answer.

Your cruel interactions
led me to
a determined goal:
to live free.

I’ve turned madness into
bravery,
teaching others
to be proud,
walk up straight,
be courageous.

I want the world to know
my story, the history
which made me
who I am today.

I am yours,
though your denial
rots away your
last chance at decency.

I hope you see
where you’ve gone
wrong,
for I’ve told your life
through the eyes
of a child.

I am addicted to coffee cups and college ruled notebooks and eyes so blue that they turn grey. My veins crave wool sweaters and red cheeks and freckles and overcast skies. I wish on stars for snow and fog and thunderstorms with no lightning. I long for jeans with ripped knees and scarves and long walks in very cold weather with someone very warm. Sometimes I want you so much that I don't want anything else at all.