She is like a Christmas tree

Tall and wide

Prickly, trying to show strength

Her inside sticky and soft

Her aroma captivates the room

When decorated and dressed

She is fully herself

Plug her in and let her shine

But be careful of the light

Leave it too long and it will dry her

And she will wilt

Eventually her time will come

No matter how you care for her

She will be undecorated

Brought to the sidewalk

Left to decompose and be reborn.

I think you're being petty

I think you're being childish

I think you're being blinded

Am I suppose to tell you

I've been holding my tongue

Keeping in every ounce of admiration

Was I suppose to tell you

That your smile made me melt

That your presence shook my life

That every time you touched me

I hoped it was just a little more

I'm better now at being silent

Your life is going through an earthquake and for that I forgive all the bad thing and all the sad words

But know that if I could I'd kiss it all away

Even if it risked my own earthquake.

Some people say that when you die

It's just like you're sleeping forever

I wonder though if you still dream

I hope not

Because I don't want to die

And still dream of you.

They say it's unhealthy to hold in your emotions

But what about memories

What if I bury them so deep inside of me that the cavern of my soul let's me forget all the bad things that have ever touched me

It's better to live in a blissful denial

Every so often light shines inside the darkness, urging me to remember as if remembering will heal these wounds

These scars that have molded into my pores and become one with me

There is no erasing them only accepting

In my sweet blissful lies I tell myself I can live with my truths.