To me,
Life is like a movie.
I always find myself trying to predict the ending,
Trying to find out what's next;
However, the best ones are those I can't predict.
The ones filled with surprises,
There's a certain fulfilling feeling when you get to finally see the ending.

THEY’RE SORT OF LIKE SNAKES, YOU’RE ATTRACTED TO THEIR SKIN AND BEAUTY AND WITH THAT FASCINATION YOU FORGET ALL ABOUT THEIR POISONOUS FANGS AND THEN THEY BITE YOU, YOU’RE REMINDED AS THE PAIN STARTS TO FLOW AND YOUR HEART STARTS TO SLOW AS IT TRAVELS THROUGH YOUR VEINS AND KILLS YOU AND YOU STILL SAY IT WAS WORTH IT
(j.a)

My heart beats,
Like a chain lift on a coaster.
It's rough,
When you get closer.

My mind pounds,
Down the dirt road track.
I try my hardest,
To get you back.

It's a constant game,
Cards of possibility.
Uno in your hands.

I'll keep beating that chain,
Until I'm dominant,
Over the deck in your hand.

Between the icy roads January brings and
how cold I am in this lonely bed,
I worry that if you crash the car,
I won't be able to tell whether it's
missing you that numbs me
or the breeze I feel when
I find myself standing over your grave.
Love comes in different ways to everyone.
Your presence warms my heart more than
anything ever has before,
and I fear that once you disappear,
so will the warmth that keeps me from freezing.
The chills I get when your fingers graze my back
are not shivers from the cold.
They're simply bliss
enveloping me in the moment
where I am certain I am only yours,
and nothing else matters.
Not the ice.
Not the snow.
Not the clouds overhead.
You're summer in my endless winter,
Eyes as green as pines,
Hair kissed by the sun,
Freckles dotting your face like bees to roses,
You're as warm as the breeze.
The ice is melting.
The snow has turned to a late spring drizzle
as a form of proof that you are not going to dissipate
or follow the weather patterns that have existed so long
here in the terrain that is my mind.
Instead, you lit a match.
The fire grew, warming the lands,
bringing life to the world I never thought I'd see again-
happiness.
You made me fall.
I am not breaking ice
and I am not succumbing to the cold,
Because you are easing me into the sea
And helping me swim.

For once,
I would not mind if the water swallowed me.
The ocean's warmer than I ever imagined,
And I wouldn't mind drowning in you.

When your words are placed with precision
And your thoughts are all in line
When there's the perfect analogy in your speech
He's not there to listen, that's the time.

When your words come out in a jumble
And you laugh 'till you're in tears
When you tell stupid jokes and nobody but he laughs
That's the day that he appears.

Our lips have met one another and tasted like liquor. But ones once they turned tasteless and my blood was no longer tainted, the greeting felt natural.
Your hands brushed upon my trembling body and they felt like the first fallen leaves of autumn. So delicate and new.
The words from your mouth felt like butterflies within my body, all over my body.
Your stare feels like a ray of sunlight after a wretched rainstorm, when I ask why you look you reply, "because you're beautiful"

9 months ago your eyes were a different color and you used to stare at me like I was the prettiest constellation.
It shocks me how the lips I once kissed have muted and evolved into an unrecognizable piece of your body.
There's nothing special,  your eyes are no longer the tone of copper, they don't look like honey anymore and the bees are just disappointed, there's no sparkle, the feeling of warmness and secureness has been replaced and I can look away without being utterly hypnotized by them.