You,
such a tiny word.
A pronoun unpronounced by those who only know your first name,
those who don’t care to learn what you’ve been through,
those who haven’t felt the salty tears your beautiful brown eyes have become accustomed to,
those who don’t know things that I do.
All because I yearn for...

You,
the inspiration to my inspirations,
the reason my smile seems to never fade,
the missing piece to the puzzled mess of a life I’ve been living,
the gift that keeps on giving and it’s Christmas everyday,
the one person I’d give the planet to if God gave me the chance.
All because my world already revolves around...

You,
making the word me seem so small in comparison,
making my favorite way to look, looking into your eyes,
making my lips quiver your name in hopes that you’ll fall in love with the sound,
making sparks fly with every day of passion in view.
All because you make it impossible to love another human being the way that I love...

You.

The most apparent thing
in her story though unpronounced
is as her life unfurled
she very rarely smiled

she possessed a reticence
a solemnity before her years
a maturation process
that involved too many tears

And so this Doctor  she became
empathic and sensitive
a healer of the lame
configured by experience
to be of assistance to the same

I know that you must think
That there is no way I could care as much as you
Perhaps you think
With your long brown hair
That you were here first.

I told him today that I'd ******* if you weren't so weird about it.

We probably have more in common than just him.

It's impossible
For me to ignore your presence
I'll never forget the night
You came bounding up the stairs
And danced right near me
Your hair swinging long
I wonder how it is that you see me
I wonder how it is that you view us.

He stood along the wall
Aware of you
Aware of me
Lifting his gaze up and meeting my eyes
Like he'd lost me a thousand and one times
And never wanted to own up to it.
I looked back
And then away.

It doesn't really matter
I don't want to compete with someone I don't know
And I don't know that I need to know you
Making it clear with an unpronounced
Quiet threat
That I'm the enemy.

I'm the big dog on campus
I don't know that I'll ever need to
Announce that your way
But can't you see little girl
My bark isn't just the loudest
It echoes the longest.

I worry that the public
Might think that I don't know
That I'm over here being fooled
But I dress in head to toe black lace
Like I'm some kind of **** widow
Purchasing tickets
Making plans
I strive to move up and out
Though my own fears
Bulldoze me the most.

I wonder if you see me in your mind
Or if you cry about me the way I do you
Do you fear that he speaks to me the same way
Have you looked through his phone
Do you look at me occasionally
Do you do what you can to feel stable
In whatever
This messy and unpronounced
Love triangle is?

Just because you were here first
Just because you've known him for longer
Just because you went to the same school
Or worked on the same sets

Doesn't mean you love him better than I do.

But then again

I was never interested in competing with you anyway.

How was your day?

                                       it was a day....except




this kid in the last row of class
shrouded in his own personal forest fire
actually took the time to cool into his seat

he settled down like a tree stump
as he listened to the murmuring of roots
                      y = ax^2 + bx +c

how could he not be captivated
in this wasteland for numbers and adolescent brains
how could he not be cultivated
                       this is my job

for the first time
he raises his hand with answers unpronounced
stumbling through parentheses
   as if they were brackets holding him together
               it is harder than it looks

he approaches the board
   -paper in hand
      and turns to face his audience

****! * it's a lot of people in here

I later ask him, when was the last time you went to the board
he says * never

Meet me in a dream, and sing to me as i sleep.
Wake me in the morning, to indented sheets.
Always keep the words, blurred and unpronounced.
Dangling in my head, tingling to come out.
I'm not the only one, that knows what you're about.
But I'm the only one who knows you now.

I love you so much.
Im sorry it doesn't always show.
Im sorry I can't always express it.
Believe me when I tell you,
Your touch means more to me,
Then you will ever know.