Growing up she was taught the earth was sweet, and that
People were kind. As she grew older she found the deceptive
Ones were the people she trusted the most. the earth became
The only thing that could be relied upon. the fruit that grew from
The soil, couldn’t be any more bittersweet just like the life she
Was given.

All she ever knew was to give love freely, but that others would
Take it away like it meant nothing. chances would be given,
Excuses would be accepted. crying became a normal habit
Just the same as with eating and breathing. words spoken
Couldn’t heal the pain the pain that was hidden deep
Beneath the scares she bore.

Time passed, years slowly ticked by and her heart was in the same
Drought that would happen every summer in her town.
The reasons she believed in life and love became clear to
Her as she discovered her true self worth. The rotten berries
Were tossed into the garbage, just as her heart was by the
Ones who claimed to love her. She no longer hid the scars upon
Her but left them uncovered and open, proud that she
Became the person she needed to be for her own sake.

The struggles in life gave her lessons she needed,
The lies taught her to tread carefully in paths of those who
Claimed to be the sunrise and sunset in her skies.
The bad had turned to good, and the once good had turned into bad.
The memories she had would never be taken from her heart,
But it was time for a better start.

I want you to make love to me with your words and not your body. Impregnate my thoughts with your rhymes and stanzas.
   *– She wants you to love her mind.

Perfection is a disease that most everyone is suffering from.

We all strive for it, some die because of it, and some make it an obsession.

The thing is that I love you too much, so much I cannot even gather the strength or boldness to admit my deepest, most pure, sincere feeling for the person I call a dear “friend”.  I find myself dreaming of you continuously, it is maddening how much I think about you. Do you care? I’m certain you have never thought of me. You have no idea how much I wish to be in your space, overtaking every inch of room like oxygen that you are breathing in.  I long to be the bed sheets that cling to your iced mocha stained skin, caressing you each night as you fall asleep. I would be greeting you with warmth each morning, with comfort and a sense of peace. If I could I would be your favorite playlist, each song feeding your mood and emotion. I would give everything to be like the shoes that are perfectly snug on your feet helping to guide your steps where only peace would lead.  Whenever you work, I only hope to be the pen in your hands carefully sketching words or pictures down on paper, so that you do not forget. I will be the skies that bring you sunshine and raindrops upon your clothed skin. I desire to be the shade from a cloud over your head as you walk; everyday making an impact in your atmosphere. The stars in the sky would not dare be compared to the beauty of the entirety of you. The way you laugh like you are ashamed to be heard, the serious look of concentration etched upon your face like an astounding piece of art held in one of the most prestigious museums. Your smile could put me into my grave at any moment. Nothing compares to you, nothing replaces you, and nothing I could want but you.