I adore the way
Your form fills my mind
The way you kick open doors
Just for the hell of it.
Your smile is always a full on grin
With no exception.
Every time I see that expression
Fill your face
I am full
Of secondhand happiness.
I love it when you climb trees
Just for the hell of it
When you run into the woods
When you do what you want
Without worrying
What people will think.
When you wear forest green pants
And ignore the sarcastic complements
From the ****** girls
In the courtyard at lunch.
When you play your violin
Like a Stradivarius
And fill the practice room
Like a concert hall.
I adore the way
Your form fills my mind
And when I sleep
All I see are your idiosyncrasies

You used to have me
wrapped around your finger

I stayed up on the phone
listening to you
about how He should
treat you better

How it hurt
when you told me
you loved me
like a brother

When we woke up
in the same bed
with distance between
the sheets

blue-balled
by my own fantasies

I followed you
around like a puppy
and you told me
when to come

Until He wrapped a ring
around your finger

Words can cut like knives

They can cut you open

So be careful of what you say

And a heart can only go a certain length

Before it finally breaks

If I were
A dog
I would be
The type
That runs
Away

If I were
A bird
I would be
The type
That sings
All day

But I'm
Just
A girl,
The type
That writes
To pray

your skin was the bark
of my favorite willow tree
I’ve never lived in the same house for
three years but
your smell brought me home.
time and time again.
I whispered “you my friend,
are irreplaceable.”
don’t let the tires of gas-guzzling
trucks run over your fragile leaves but
let people carve their names into you.
you’ll still be taller than them.
the moss that grows along the rivets
in your veins
let it grow
it adds to your existence, I’d say
I loved you but
I still do