Our time together may not be as lengthy as we’d like.
I think this is why I catch myself,
I catch myself recording every detail that my eyes are lucky enough to see.
Listening closely, so closely for I desire to hear,
every word, every sound.
I watch how your soft lips move, making simple words that I deem beauty.
I watch how your eyes, your deep forest filled eyes, when they’re not watching me, how they gaze around at the world around us that I had become oblivious to.
I watch as your arms move and your shoulder blades glide, hidden under your shirt.
I feel the carpet of fitting rooms, I see that hideous sweater.
I remember the chilled tastiness of the special ice cream.
I remember how my face and sides began to ache as I caught a case of the giggles and you began to laugh too.
I remember it all.
And I miss it.
I can’t get enough of you.

maybe it's the saltiness they contain
or the emotion that I must chain
but the tears I dare not show
build up a knot in my throat
*I promise they won't flow,
it's too late now I can't let myself go.

Lord knows I have been in love.
You know that punch in the gut,
right where the butterflies flutter,
sort of head-over-heels feeling,
everyone seems to talk about it?
Yeah that's the one.

I've felt that way recently,
and yet it was forever ago.

and an author once said,
"it's getting dark, let's open
the curtains a little bit."

True but a pity that no one wants to clean up someone’s spilled milk.

i guess we’re all tired of childish messes

photographs
taken
every second
as if trying to
beckon
me nearer
but the photos aren't developed
all the way
just the spots where the tears have landed
I'm sitting here crying my memories away

At first when you hated me
It took me through some pain
I thought I would be sad with out you
then you hated me again
After all of this and me trying
I'm thinking maybe losing you is my gain.
I'm tired; sick of crying
But now I know
That what I thought was a loss
Is really a gain

our love is like trying to keep long, free hair
from tickling your face.

our love, darling, is like the stickiness of dough sticking to your fingers before you make your baked treat.

our love is messy, yes. crazy at times? absolutely.
but it yields the most beautiful and fun amazing moments.

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.

There’s nothing more beautiful or tragic than loving you.

even though it never happened,
I remember remarkably well.
your blue eyes sparkled with a hint of green,
as did my brown ones, I'm sure.
and apparently if we look long enough,
seeing that glimmer of love,
you'll try to kiss me,
but I will only dodge it.
how truly stupid of me.

I was tickled and not disappointed,
seeing how love sick i was.
theres only a sliver of hope left,
that dreams can become reality.

People need to realize that
their words sting almost as badly
as the salt in one's tears.
Quickly before "sting" becomes past tense.

a little
bakery.
flowers of life,
not of fabric.
love and bliss.

then there was nothing left.
of the crème brûlée.

The color of melancholy
the color of the sea

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

mirror mirror
The words
And
Guidance
Telling me
To never
Fall

What my mirror
Doesn't know
Is I'm
The most naive
Of them
all

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.

Standing
In
The
Blind
Eye
Of
The
Storm
As
My
Eyes
Start
To
Go
To
Your
Lips