When you forget about an apple,
one that you've already taken a bite of,
it turns brown and begins to wither away.

I want the attention that an apple gets to be so very dramatic about.

Numbing
the throat
but still I cry
because apparently
the knot in my throat
right before I cry doesn't
mean my emotions are
actually stored there.

Pity.

it amazes me every day
that some of the most beautiful things
can cause the most devastating destruction.

Dear mama bear,
I think about you a lot
how you tell me it’s okay
(but I know it’s not).

Dearest mama bear,
for you, I might me crying
and to be honest,
never wanted to give up trying.

My mama bear,
I miss you the most, if not more
What do I do when I need you,
when I’m crying for “Mama” on my bathroom floor?

Mama Bear.
I can’t help but feel I’ve lost you.. to a man of silent crime.
I can’t help but keep on hoping and wanting,
wishing to make up for lost time..

Fries
Need to be cooked longer
For nice crisp
Golden deliciousness

this is our song
by the lake
with shining lights lining the deck,
though you shine much brighter.

this is citronella
on our skin
trying and failing
to keep the bugs at a distance
though you hold me closer.

this is sunset
among the clouds
the clouds that bloom not a drop of rain
though my eyes shed enough rain for the both of us.

this is a happy time
a safe moment in a flat state
in a lover's arms
a wonderful peace of mind.

I could never be happier
for a citronella sunset evening.

I compose myself before I speak
because if I don't,
I will scream.

And they never like it
if I don't use
my inside voice.

Deep, deep
beyond the darkest depths of hell
there's this fire burning
that's more heated than anything here on earth
and hotter than any love could ever burn.
Burning stronger than the throat
before tears soak all around,
giving that fire strength.
Even though it's hot enough to keep
too many people warm,
you can't trust it for it's heat
and you must leave before it engulfs you entirely.
Or it will completely consume you.
Your life.
Your loved ones.
It will burn and scar everything it touches and make empty threats to keep you in its inferno.

Beware this fire of satan.
For it cannot be trusted,
it will destroy everything in its way.
No matter how hard you plead and cry,
your words and an ocean of tears
will never put it out.

Hear my promises
and mark my words
understand that I
am completely and only yours.
No, you don't need a diamond ring
no ring to bond
no angels
to sing.
For the pain we've went through
I'd do it again
if I only knew
that I'd get you.
What an agony to think I could have missed
a beautiful life
and maybe fate
that I'm prepared to seal with a kiss.
On this day, dressed in white
I promise to love you
and to cherish you
to forever hold you tight.
I never knew about walking down the aisle
until I dreamt it,
clearly seeing you
and feeling my face break into a smile.
I never really see dad cry
but this night, and day,
I did
I saw the tears flow, happy, from his eyes.
I saw you, my perfect boy
all grown up into a well dressed man
waiting and smiling
while I was excitedly walking to you as calm as I can.
I think of my vows
though I haven't written them yet
I think of the happiness
the perfect forever that I'll get.

I don't have enough hangers
for the clothes in my closet
and I don't know how this happens
every time even though I constantly
bag up old shirts and sweaters
and buy more and more hangers
and sometimes it stresses me out so so much
that I leave them lying around
just so I end up drowning in a different problem,
later.

From the heavens, the most pure snow
Rain, again from above
Little did I know, I was falling too
not down to earth, but in love.

The color of tickles, tickle me pink!
the color of my cheeks when you say things that make me think

The color of cotton candy, almost as sweet as you
pink like the bubblegum bubble that I blew

The color of amethyst, but we won't talk about that
the color of a flower and smell: lilac

The color of the sweetest plum
and the color of bruises before "enough, I'm done"

The color of melancholy
the color of the sea

The color you can look
a color that used to define me

The color of spring and my least favorite grapes
the hue of leaves that sway

The color of the frog that croaks
Green, the color of a mighty oak

the color of dreamsicle dripping in the hot
some think it's pretty, some think it's not

the color of the monarch butterfly
fluttering like you've made my heart until I die

the color of the heart
and the flames that have engulfed me entirely
(in an inferno of love)

the color of the thickness
the blood, that used to flow out
(but it doesn't anymore and you are the reason!)

the color of passion and roses in full bloom
this color is red and it makes me think of you
(that's why it's one of my favorites)

The first flower
that you picked for me
was but a simple buttercup.
But there was something about it
maybe it was how the sun was shining on it
on top of that mountain top
or maybe it was the warmth of my heart
or maybe I was just too excited to have gotten a flower.
Maybe it was because it was from you,
and maybe that's what made it so much more beautiful than a simple buttercup.

I'm excited for the first ***** dishes that we'll have to wash
even though I hate the feeling of wrinkled, wrinkled, wrinkled fingertips
from too much water and dish soap.

I'm excited for the first time we have to throw in some laundry
even though I secretly cannot stand how they feel straight out of the wash,
on their way to the dryer.

I simply cannot wait until we make our messy bed
because maybe that's one part of our messy, messy, messy lives
that we can always revisit and fix together.

I cannot wait to get to spend my earliest dawns and latest dusks
loving, loving, loving you
for everything and through the messes.

I can't wait.

sitting in and being consumed by the midnight
(or maybe a little past, who knows?)
in a new place, but with a forever home
illuminated by the glow of a laptop
nothing but the occasional giggle or whisper
accompanied by the silent begging of more in the pint
cuddled close because there are yet to be blankets on a bed so happily made
listening beyond and hearing the silence together
because when someone loves you this much,
nights like this are beyond the definition of perfect

I like coffee
you prefer tea.
I love you
and
you love me.

This is a story of how two halves of people so very madly in love,
create something whole and beautiful.

papers and coffee stains,
although you prefer tea.

time spent swaying and sighing,
not talking to me.

this life is messy!
so very cluttered.
but what you don't understand is that,
on day one, my heart fluttered.

this life is stressy!
groaning, trying
screaming, crying.
you pull at your hair, and I will too.
because this life is stressy,
I'll never leave you.

Let us run away
say goodbye to "someday"
take me now, let's go.

as the moon pulls and sends waves
of the deep ocean blue,
you pull me close as my breath, against your neck, sends waves of chills over you.

as gravity tries to keep us standing on Earth’s floor,
I’m flying high, above the sky,
shaky and begging
for just a little more.

It’s true, I don’t know what the future holds
but I pray to God that you are in it

I want to be your pretty little thing
with a pretty little ring on my hand