pre-date jitters
perfect posture
pick me up at eight

social scrolls
late-night strolls
forehead kisses
mr. and mrs.

couch cuddles
midnight movie
head on shoulder
kiss on cheek

forget me not
forget me never
i am yours
forever and ever

*

Fingers trembling; lips dry
Make-up reapplied seven times
Back straight; ****, he’s late
Smooth your dress, try not to stress

Timeline trailing; a tagging trend
Neither wants to see the end
Hand in hand, the stars above
He points out which she reminds him of

Back at home, when they’re alone
A kiss on the head, she’s ready for bed
But with ring in hand, he asks for a band

Kids asleep, eating leftover Peeps
Mundane Mondays come only once a week
Television sounds softly; lights are down low
Her head on his shoulder, his kiss on her brow

Mini blue flowers
A reminder of their vows
To grow old together, and forever they shall

before and after

before

girl walking through the hall of her school one day

no one knows her love of girls

her head hanging low

a pain in her heart making her rather die

than be her

after

last night she spilled

now everyone knows her love of girls

she walks down the hall

her freshly dyed hair shining

the colors of others that she represents

rainbow colors swish against her face

she did it in an act of rebellion

now other girls scatter and make a path

none coming close enough to touch

but close enough to hear

they twitter behind hands into ears

only now

she walks with her head held high

Each night I died,
sleep slowly
overtaking my brain.
And each morning I woke
and would lie there
so disappointed at
the very act of waking,
my tiny deaths
only temporary.
I struggled to move,
bound by the weight
of my demons sitting
in my lungs until,
with a lengthy sigh,
I'd breath them out
and force myself up.

                                                          Each night I fall,
                                                          sleeping soundly in knowing
                                                          that I am cared for.
                                                          And each morning I wake
                                                          and bound up, bursting
                                                          with energy and the need
                                                          to press my lips to your.
                                                          I'm so grateful to have
                                                          another day, more chances
                                                          to be caressed by
                                                          the sound of your voice.
                                                          I am weightless, and I
                                                          let out a content sigh,
                                                          not wanting to get up
                                                          only because I have found
                                                          perfection in your arms.