You're eyes are so beautiful
Like a window to the soul
I try to look in
But the walls are too high
Too many have hurt you
Too many have lied
I'll weather your storm
I'll master your seas
I'd do almost anything
To be in your dreams

For my 2016 writing project, I’ve decided to write a single line of poetry every day for an entire year. Below, is February’s poem. Enjoy!

Love is no longer a fleeting feeling.
It is here and it is real.
Love required the patience of cosmos beginning to form.
It demanded an evolution of who I am.

Love was worth waiting for.
You were worth the time it took to find something real.
Love was like an invitation from a long lost friend.
One day it quietly arrived in the mail.
To my surprise, it was addressed to me.

Love is standing before me.
It shall not waiver.
It shall not falter.
I shall do my best to be worthy of your gifts.

I am worthy.
I am worthy of love.
We all are.
We are all worthy of love.

We all deserve someone who takes our breath away.
I count myself lucky to have stumbled across such a person.
I find myself struggling to still catch my breath.
It is going to be this way for a long time.

I hope true love shall visit your door.
This life is meant to be shared.
The joy you will encounter is too much for one person.
So too is the pain.

Find love in all that you do.
Give it everywhere you go.
Allow it to be the freest of gifts.
Love for your soul.

i take a step back into myself  as the last golden brown

leaf crumbles into dust upon the delicate caress

of your callused, cracked fingertips.


you will find me once again, breathing down

your neck and into your ear, creating ripples

of chills that freeze down each vertebrae of your spine.


adaption is a process that you can never seem to catch

when the cool spring breezes that once warmed your smile

have given way to the morning dew frozen now into

frost.

You've issued a challenge,
Having it return back to you.
Of a love long ago,
With shelled memories of past youth.
But you struggle and fight,
For the reaction you wish for.
Being told in the end,
You want him even more.
You test to break,
But your challenge is beginning to fail.
For he's in for the long haul,
Your escape growing small and stale.

Borders
Segregation and isolation
Exclusion and division
Those who are different
Are thrown in a category
Do you have money?
Come over here.
Do you do drugs?
Go over there.

I think I love him
                                                            ­But he won't love you
He makes me so giddy
                                                           ­ He has to hate you
But he says he loves me
                                                            H­e is lying
No, he can't be
                                                            O­h, but he is
Everything is so passionate though
                                                          ­  To YOU it is
To HIM is is. He said so.
                                                            ­He thinks you are ugly
I know I am ugly
                                                            ­He thinks you are fat
No! He wants me to eat more
                                                            ­Because he needs a reason to leave.
But he hates it when I starve
                                                          ­  "You are a fat *****. Bye"
He would never call me a *****!
                                                          ­  How do you know?
Because we talk!
                                                           ­ About serious things?
No...
                                                  ­          See what I am saying?
Yeah, but--
                                                           ­ *No buts. He hates you.