Let's make love under the night sky, Until the stars fall all over us like glitter. With the moon as our witness

The Garden Boy has eyes greener than the grass that will sometimes be the color of the dirt too
The Garden Boy reminds me of a distant galaxy because he is so close yet unreachable
The Garden Boy spends his time learning about the world and dreams of changing it
The Garden Boy met my eyes under the full moon and his parted lips were saying words that he never would
I wish The Garden Boys’ hands were welcoming to mine
The Garden Boy has a love he can’t admit
The Garden Boy is the garden boy because he reminds me of all the different flowers and the sunshine that blesses them and the sky that changes paintings every evening and he reminds me of the storms that he hates and the sunshine that he loves and the rain dripping from my eyes as I thought about how beautiful he was
The Garden Boy loves the world but I don’t think he loves me
The Garden Boy probably doesn’t have a garden
The Garden Boy is a poem of leaves turning orange as fall descends from the heavens
The Garden Boy told me he likes my hair but maybe he’s receiving wavelengths from a different star and my hair is red
But Garden Boy, I want us to be purple

Sometimes, I can be a bit much
I might text you multiple random things at a time
And I’ll know you read them
But i’ll keep sending them anyways
I’ll constantly be talking to myself
Because it seems like
No one wants to talk to me
I’ll be there for you always
But you’ll never return the favor
I’m there to worship at your feet
But you push me away when it’s my turn
And I start going insane
Thinking constantly
Ignoring you
Ignoring everyone
Because
Sometimes, I can be a bit much

Once Upon A Time,
There was a little girl named Me,
Who believed in fairytales
I thought they were real,
and alive within me.

Once Upon A Time,
I read the greatest fairytale of them all— The Bible!
I believed that this was the best one yet,
So i lived it like I belonged.

Once Upon A Time,
My favorite character—God,
Wrote me a letter
It went like this

Dear naive little girl,
I am warning you,
I am warning you because
I am not as great as I seem
You know me as real,
But I am far from that
I lied to you
I lied about protecting you,
loving you,
being there for you
I scared you with sins,
Only to let you know that
Only I can save you,
I am bigger than you,
I am better than you,
And if you do not believe me to be real,
I will make your life a living hell

And then I stopped reading
I stopped listening
I stopped looking for God in the tree’s
I started looking for myself
Because all along I realized
God made my life Hell
This was all just a fairytale
And fairytales are not real to me anymore

I drift in the wind with the leaves
and I become a planted seed everywhere I journey to,
But I am lonely
I am trapped inside a wanderers mind
and I have no way of escaping,
So I leave;
Leave reality.
I’ve lived in a fantasy of optimism and distance
Since birth.
I am so different and naive;
I am learning how to forgive my mind for being the way it is
I am learning how to find myself
And I am so lost