Your rapture is infectious,
genuine,
and unconditional.
You are endearing in a way that is physically painful to me.
I adore you like a wildfire.
Your eyes have been shaped like a laugh since noon.
Everything is viscid with the scent
of your youth;
sycamore,
marjoram,
tattered baseball gloves,
and a whisper of burning wood.
I’m a little in love with all of it.
Summer digs its way into my veins.
You dissolve into a splendid and fearless laugh.
Its dripping with a sort of ferocious, tranquil charm.
One of my hands is a promise,
the other is a secret,
and darling,
they are identical;
I have been missing you
as long as I have known you.

He does not give me butterflies

Anymore.

No, the feeling he gives me in my stomach,

It stings.

Dripping honey
Attracted to the honeycomb
Beware! Bee stings…

Today I jumped off a cliff
And as I fell I could only think of what was to come
Falling, I dove until I pierced the cold dark waters
The bitter salt stinging my eyes as I try to rise above
Only to realize the harsh waves pushing me down

The struggle to keep my head above
The struggle to breath

Below me,
I feel the hundred of bites from sharks
Their sharp teeth in my skin
dragging me down

And the thousands of jellyfish stings
weakening me
forcing me down
forcing me to blend in and become one of them

But I can't
I must prevail
I must take on the pain
I must move on

And as I pull free and swim further away I hear them call
You're weird! You're ugly!You're an outcast!
And though the words constantly replay in my mind
I must use them as strength to move on

I must succeed
I must push through the waves
I must ignore the pain.the stings, the bites.
I must swim against the current.
I must fight it.

Although they still try to drag me down
Try to make me like them
I can never be...
I can only be me...

For my island, my home, my sanctuary.
is not far away...
I must be free...