When we where young,
           we would climb trees.
And now where older and
            we never climb anything.


We reached so far beyond our grasp.
               But then we grew wiser,
beyond our years.
              

But then we fell in days,
            we gained the wisdom
that trees grow and we shouldn't.


But this is where the acorn fell,
          never growing to there potential.
All acorns grow and fall a length.

I could climb higher than my height,
        never letting others say that I shouldn't.

Climb higher than the length of your growth..

Always climb higher,
              as we may fall...
              But we will always climb higher
                           than when we fell before.

What were words before us?
Inventions of man’s design
Truth lines with their meaning
The heartfelt nothing that is sounded just right

Take me back
Back to before any of this mattered  
Take me back to the summer of 2015
I wish i could’ve prevented this
This unnecessary development of attachment and heartbreak
This diagram I have of your body
The way it felt under my hands
The warmth you produced
This memory of every sound you made when I touched you
The way I tucked your hair behind your ear and ran my fingers along your jaw line and kissed you
The intimacy
The sensuality
The loneliness
Take me back to the time before you
The time before I knew I would come to love you
Back to before I knew what a sense of stability felt like
Back to when I was comfortable being alone, being lonely
Back to before this feeling of not wanting to lose you, but knowing it was time to let you go
This ending is not bittersweet
It is sour to the core
I hope I have not skewed your sense of love, of passion, of companionship
Take me back
To before I ruined you

When the night bottoms out
painting in a chiaroscuro.
See the world in the painted glow
before it’s toned down
back into the shadow!

Do you remember me the way I do?
Of course you don't
It's interesting to see, though
You miss me,
But how?
Who was I with you?
Was I delicate and not fragile?
Was I missing pieces and not broken?
Your perspective of me is clouded by rose colored clouds
Am I a one way ticket to what you thought we were?
Sugar coated sweet nothings
Stained my lips in the past
I was consumed with doubts
That you fed not tamed
We covered each others bruises with flowers,
Hoping it will make them beautiful
But flowers are not forever
And so I saw them wither
I don't know who you miss,
But I do not think it is me

I was doing okay when I was alone...
Before you...
I was happy, healthy, vibrant, and strong...
You know it's true...
.... Then you came along...
There wasn't an instant connection...
It wasn't "Love at first sight..."
I got a text saying that you wanted my number...
After seeing how **** you were - I text back, "Yeeeaaah riiiiiight!!!"

But it was true...