so comfortable in pain
that I'm uncomfortable in its absence.

Well...first I'd probably pay off all my student loans

And with the rest of the $10, i don't know.....

Chipotle or taco bell maybe?

you will never be forgotten.
ever.
your name twisted into metaphors and colors and distractions will forever
be painted across pages and pages of her favorite brand of notebook,
no matter how many she burns
there will always be one she forgot,
and she will only find it once she had almost forgotten you.
she will find the one Papyrus notebook
and all of your metaphors and colors and disractions will come flooding back,
just like how the ocean in your eyes
flooded her heart all those years ago.

Rejection is an experience meant to be,
so one learns and expands with independence.

roses are red
night is dark
writing this poem
hurts my heart

shaky sobs
like violets, i'm blue
i'm wondering
why i ever loved you

in my minds eye I can perfectly picture the curve of your hip.
how it moves under my hands.
i can hear the way you laugh when my fingertips tap across your spine, your ribs dancing underneath the skin.
your intake of breath as my lips brush your collarbone.
in my minds eye I can see your beauty,
breathtaking in all its glory.
and yet you don't understand
that you hold the sun in your eyes
and lightning shoots from your fingertips.
you are a walking manifestation of heaven on earth
i hear it in your laugh
i taste it on your skin
i feel it in the way our hearts beat steady,
in sync as one.
my beautiful miracle