I ration apricot jam
and how you gave a ****,
a little sweet wonder
under days of sunder.
You always care for me,
with a heart so beating
and never wise to gloating,
sunlight to days of blight.
You're the sweetest kid,
break a rhythm  beating
into instruments of two.
The violin & acoustic guitar,
under coldest of blankets
you warm up coals in my feet,
helping me a day of a feat,
I was lost to say the least.
When I was in turmoil
and bed-ridden for days,
you pulled me through
by asking about my day...
though I suffered terribly,
you pulled me through
the other side of comfort
awaiting flowers in the dark.

In this world, I find myself alone,
surrounded by a chaos of troubles,
including my own
and you expect me to stand strong
as everything crumbles,
because you want me to help you atone?

I am a dancing light through the darkness
for many, it seems, through their stress.
My heart grows weary,
yet I remain humble,
as you plead for me to protect.

Through all of your worries and woes,
I stand with you, and I oppose;
But when all is resolved,
I'm left to struggle
as life deals me blow after blow.

Why is life so ominously wicked
to those who are giving and committed? Through it all,
my priorities are juggled
and from my time you greatly benefit.

But these questions keep manifesting
in my mind:
Why do I care so much,
and why am I so kind?
Why must I carry everyone's burdens
when they do not feel inclined?

©️Lizzie Bevis

It’s heartening the wondrous things you can do
All it takes is a kind word or two.
A friendly touch or warm smile and “hi”
Melts someone’s defenses in the blink of an eye.

You’ve been there yourself you know it’s true
Frozen and hurt by negative words said to you.
All to frequent it doesn’t have to be that way
Offer a compliment instead and make their day.

Perhaps initially a fight, but a battle you can win
Kind words flow freely, when you’re happy from within.
Good idea, nice job, your haircut looks great
Offer your kind words quickly, before they’re too late.

Generous, dependable, thoughtful are positive seeds to sow
Own the words first, then to others they can flow.
Charming, radiant, talented are words that bring cheer
Powerful words those around you long to hear.

Creative, gracious, you’re so fun to be around
All part of a marvelous new vocabulary you have found.
Remember the secret is to first be happy within
The kind words that follow will win many a friend.

Hearts frozen or melted it’s entirely up to you
Make a difference to someone else...today...
with just a Kind Word or Two.

love in my throat, caught stuck, then swallowed--
dulled razor blades descend, hit my stomach,
and dissolve into honeyed drink that soothes me.
it is rough to start, as we may all know,
and eases itself into our core when we let the right one in.
and i did, without question. we may fight, sometimes,
about the silliest things, but that fire
is what heats my heart when i'm at my lowest.
she's beautiful beyond words, and sweet and cute and kind,
but never tell her that or she'll curse you with her evil
wizard magicks.
i love what she is and what she isn't--
patient (no), passionate (yes), and that she cares
about me in a way that invalidates my previous hurt.
i worry that i won't be good enough, that she'll find someone better
for her, or that i'll do something stupid to ruin it all.
but the essence i've consumed by living teaches me to improve,
compels me, not just for her sake but mine.
love is teaching me, warm honeyed drink in me, and i listen.
all that i can say after this is: thank you.

Shall I spill words?
Shall I spill tears?
Or Shall I spill blood?
Indegenious to my nature is the fact,
That it can't stay,
It needs to flow,
It needs to be felt and heard by another existence,
A much kinder and understanding one
Hitherto,
the sacrifice to spill has left a dauntingly adverse repression,
Nothing has sustained,
all has been robbed,
"Shall I spill away all that has been left of me?"she wonders

Spitting up blood;
Living, dying,
What's its worth?
I feel as the Emerald Ash Borer,
Hated by those around me
And stamped upon
Until I am eradicated
Whilst those same people
Attempt to find some use from me
Before I am killed.
These are not loving societies,
Reflected in our treatment of others;
It was very nice to have known all of you.

it didn't sneak up on me
i fell slowly
with every act of kindness where she'd go out of her way for

i could lean on her.

she loves me unashamedly.
but i was afraid and stuck in quicksand
but she pulled me up
again and again
no matter how many times i mistook the sinking death trap as ground

our mutual sacrifice for eachother
out of concern, out of care, just because;
is what love is

And I think there are just too many things that break my heart, I fight too hard to stop from falling into pieces that I can't be spoken to, not even quietly.

There are too many people I've seen thoroughly, I can't separate myself from anything and I can't be looked at, not even briefly.

There are too many oceans, too deep to venture, no explorer will have courage enough to dip their toes in this water, and no one can touch me, not even kindly.

There are too many things that scare me now. I never leave from the bed I lay in and I can't be danced with, not even calmly.

There are too many ways to break my heart these days that I can't be moved, not even gently,

Not even at all.

my friends are all laughing
and the weather has been kind
i am about halfway to happy

and it is okay if i look utterly
atrocious in every picture
you've taken of me

i hate my smile with passion
and almost all of the time
but i like to think that

my smile is most
beautiful and genuine
when it is mirrored

by yours