This moon pulls,
it tugs at my strings,
it convinces my heart
to break free of its cage
because these bones contain.
Its a promise,
a romantic persuasion,
a new idea,
it excites my heart,
makes it want to join
in the happy jubilee
of the moon and its connection to me.
My heart cant fly,
if it escaped it would shatter,
its slivers scattered across the earth.
sure,
it would cause new life to grow
where the pieces had fallen
but I would be left empty,
with a broken cage,
with worn out strings,
with nothing left for me,
so ill keep it contained,
until the next moon sings,
to see what this next moon brings.
I'll keep the moons joy to me
for fear of its manipulation
of my hearts deepest persuasions.

A year has passed.
I couldn't feel it though, because all that time was spent with you.
A year full of
long drives for short vacations
intimate hugs full of sweet sensation
wind blowing our hair on snowy mountaintops
chilling in minimarts, enjoying some lollipops
staring into each others eyes, and feeling serene
joining fundraisers and runs to keep the earth clean
We sailed through troubles
Chased after our dreams
Drove ourselves further
And flew to the skies, touching the clouds and riding the jetstreams.
Before I met you, I did all these things many, many times.
But with you, we did these things together.
And they felt different. Every step, every move, every breath.
I felt electricity in my veins, a new light to see in, and freshness in my life.
And that was the difference that kept our unity.
I love you.
Happy anniversary.

My poem started trending
And I haven't felt that alive
In months
(Or is it years)

And the girl across the hallway
Is on her ninth chapter of a book she's writing
And I think about how
I'm two years older
And can hardly write three pages in one sitting

Maybe I'm not cut out for this

But what else is there