The opposite of happiness is never sadness,
or pain,
or blue,

It is always indifference.

it ended
it’s over now
but what surprised me most of all is that i’m not even sad.
i’m happy it happened and i don’t regret a second of it.
i’ll miss what could’ve been, but i won’t miss what was.
it ended
but it’s only just begun.

beautiful
beautiful-
b e a u t i f u l
i love the way it rolled off of your tongue
beautiful, b e a u t i f u l.
every time our eyes intertwine i can hear it echo;
beautiful, b e a u t i f u l.
a word my heart has only dreamed of hearing,
and yet here i am
standing beside you
still in awe
beautiful, b e a u t i f u l.

every word that you speak
hits my ears like falling rain
every glance you send my way
glides up the side of my body
from my painted toes, to my amateur excuse of hips, and crawls up the back of my spine to then plant a kiss on my neck.
when you touch my skin, i become bathed in the feeling of love; as the shore longs for a crashing tidal wave to sweep it off its feet,
i long for you.

i’ve never had my heart yearn for someone so much
while my skin craves for their touch.

i used have cravings for chips and ice cream
but there’s this new drug i’ve been on since i met you, and it’s called cloud 9.

We pulled up in the drive way
If it weren't for my hello kitty flip flops, my feet would've melted into the cracks of the pavement.
Running up to ring the doorbell, and the smell of home rushing through my nose as I am greeted by hugs.
Kicking off my kicks, and letting the beige colored carpet mingle with the bottoms of my feet.
Leaping on to a couch that was stained with strawberry ice cream and memories.
The lace that trailed off the ends of the curtains danced as the breeze from an open winow came to say, "hello."
Splashing in a wading pool while grandma looked through Avon catalouges
sipping lemonade that we made prior, in a Disney Princess Sippy Cup.
I run up the stair into my room; sparkly purple bed sheets cover my bed and I crash.
All snuggled up in an ocean of blankets while everyone else watches the Steelers game downstairs.
As I dose off, half way through a dream filled with pink, grandpa woke me up; he said we were going out for ice cream!
I put on my favorite Little Mermaid shirt on and ran downstairs.
We all pile into an old BMW and start our journey to Sarris.
Nostalgia and city lights fill my eyes with wanderlust.
We park the car and rush to hop in line. When we order our ice cream we sit down in a red diner-hop booth.
Everyone together, MiMi, Papap, Mom, Dad, Victoria, Patty, G-G, and me.
And I don't know if it was eating powdered donuts on Sunday mornings
Or the way that Fresca tasted after eating a happy meal,
but visiting your house
in that small town in Pittsburgh
Is the only way that I can describe "home."

you were an old soul
you had a young heart
i was an old soul
i had an old heart
but some how we still managed to fall, without warning, in love.
When days were filled with collecting coins, cappuccinos, and baby blue skies.
Old thrift stores and faux pearls.
Yellow bicycles and daisy fields.
Those were the days, in which i realized
there’s no getting over you.

I long to see the moonlight hit that face of yours
it looks so pure, so untouchable.
its as if the gods carved and chiseled you by hand
and then, by the grace of god, brought you to life.  
I want your marble hands to rest on the small of my back
and those polished lips to kiss me from my collar bone,
to my neck,
to my cheeks,
and then my longing lips.
- I want you so badly