she yearns for freedom;
and craves to be liberated.
she wants to be released
like a bird, she says.
but i look at her
and whisper,
*even the birds are
chained to the sky.

you'll notice
every inch of his skin,
like his prominent
collarbones
or how hollow
his cheekbones are

and you'll be
captivated by how
shadows easily nestle
into all of
his features

and then you will
know that i
have looked at
those same features
and have already
been enraptured
by them,
myself.

ten words just isn't
enough
to describe
how i feel.

the laugh lines
that encompass the
curve of your smile
only exhibit
the nights and days
that we spent
relishing life
(and each other)
like we thought
it would last

it's unfortunate that i forgot
to put a fragile sign on my heart
because when i started to give it away
the receiver certainly did not
*handle with care

as the hot water
cascades over my body
and the dull gleam
of the procelain bathtub
blurs in my
peripheral vision,
i am in a slight trance
of contemplation.

*(as simple as
they may seem
showers truly are
the best times
to think.)

"stop missing him,"*
i whisper to myself
as i try to wash
your name
out of my mouth;
bathe my body
from your touch
and cleanse my soul
from your love.

i hate how i always
seem to forgot to
cherish every moment
when it occurs

i hate how i always
seem to forgot to
cherish every person
while i am loving them

so a year later,
when i look back
at those memories;
well, that's all these
places and people
become.

they become
**memories.

i think i fell
more in love
with the person
i made up
in my head
than the person
sitting right
in front of me.