I'm not exactly broken, just a little torn..
See i'm just as perfect as a rose thorn
I'm not exactly in love but I love you
And I know a fraction of you,
Loves too

It's just this Life thing, gets in the way
Of everything I want to, convey
So if you'll listen,
Here's a list of, reasons why
I'm willing to give my book,
A rewrite..

Some days, i'll get it wrong
And i'll come on way too strong..
Everyone's a fool, with words
Though my actions may be weak
I'll now listen when you speak
Everyone's a child, until 18..

And when your 18th birthday comes
You'll spend it with that someone..
In my eyes, everyone resembles an Ed Sheeran song..
So you'll always be my favourite 'Photograph',
Whenever I look back..
Everybody feels your warmth..

...Someday we'll meet again
With new loves and new best friends
Life can't help it, if our souls were meant to part..
But i'll hold on 'til the end
And learn to make amends..
Every now and then,
We'll have to break a heart.

today
      smells of
              cut grass
                 stuck to
             flesh
     in the heat of                                    
       summer                           you
                                             tasted
                                          so
                                     familiar
                                   and i
                                  thought
                            your glass
                       would shatter
                             if i laid
                            my hands
                               on you
                                    so
                                     i'll pretend
                                         you're a ghost
                                                instead          
                                                  and say
                                                     something like
                                                      my river
                                                       is on
                                                     fire

I am standing close to you
For the first time in your
private space.
I can taste your aura
Fragrant with the bouquet
of flowers.
My own self defenses
falling one after the other.
Words are locked inside
like my thoughts.
Emotions are alight
You step even closer
The redness of your lips
Bringing your breath to me.
As we share our first kiss
All my cares are floating
away into the light breeze
like dandelion seeds.

~

Vast...
Nigh unknowable
Quilt stretching out over incalculable
  intervals and distances…
Pulling. Churning.
Alternating between different frames
  of reference
Spinning me nauseas


Look at our local surroundings
Such activity above!
Mere minutes before the untrained eye
Takes notice of
The movers,
Slowly wandering across the speckled expanse


The fire has receded into its undulating
  orange-gray hideout
The satellites are so numerous now…
And the red-orange glow illumines
  your cheek, your neck, and your
  flyaway hair.
A distant owl
A dog’s hollow cry rings out echoing
  off of the hill
Sending this gang into high alert

The first time I tried drugs
I think the thing I liked most about it was that slowly
I was destroying myself
I like how it took me away from what my life actually was
and afterwards I became addicted to my what my actual life wasn't
I was living in a fantasy
I was stuck between who I was supposed to be
and who I wanted to be
never knowing what I was meant to choose

looking back, I remember the 4 am talks.
looking back, I remember the kind words.
looking back, I remember joking around.
looking back, I remember a mistake.
looking back, I remember not talking for a bit.
looking back, I remember he doesn't care.

Life twinkles
and vanishes
like fireflies
in the July night.

There really
is no past,
only what
we remember.

  ~mce