I think I like to be sad
That's very hard to explain
I know I like to be happy
And I think I'm insane
Yemi I love you and I'm sorry this patch is rough
I'm sorry being alive right now seems a little tough
Maybe this is one of them stories you see online
Of broken girl meets broken guy and they love each other for a while
I never put names in poems and I think that's kinda weird
But I'm happy you have honour of being the first love I've shared (with the world)
I can't wait to see you today
And hold you and kiss you and well be with you all day
I hope somehow I fill your face with glee
I hope somehow you're really happy with being with me

Make no mistake I don't like the cold
for it tinkers with the prospect of getting old.

The feel of wood thrills me, it reminds me of the old tree it used to be.

I am perplexed by the ordinary, like how I can move my hands, or touch my toes.

My note book is full of junk, maybe useful for some. Scribblings of the day, so much undone.

This seat is comfy for now until I get an itch, thoughts run wild, feelings fleeting. What exactly am I meant to be teaching?

A single bead of sweat teases the idea of falling as it rests on your brow. Clinging on for dear life for the thought of leaving you is more terrifying than the fall itself.
Canopies of lush green fan over your head. Casting shadows onto you as if the trees were keeping you a secret. But the sun is a curious and intrusive man. Peeking in wherever he could, but you don't mind. The rays of light that make its way through kiss your skin and flatter your image more and more. You dance your way into the brush. Your body weaves through the foliage like a ribbon in the breeze.
Gracefully and carefully your hands give the slightest touch to the things you find irresistible.
You've always been a romantic. Falling in love with every bit of freedom you can find.  the air here is filled with it.

Singing to the leaves and the springs you discover. They look back at you and smile knowing you're the most beautiful thing to have walked the forest floor.  There's a sound of violence as well as serenity. Angry white crashing down from the slate above and you stare onto it.

She's a moody one, isn't she? She's terrified of heights but she has to make the plunge and the rocks are her catharsis. Breaking hard against them finally floating downstream.

Clear. Void of imperfections. You've fallen in love again. I can see it in your eyes. Glossing over hazel,  lids over your eyes take a bow at me.  The hairpin curl of your lip that I adore quickly spreads from ear to ear ceaselessly.

You'd be a fool to miss this opportunity.

I watch you.

Clumsily skip to the creek bed and jump in. Flocks of birds chirp overhead. Mapping out directions to one place or another. Quiet breeze picks up enough to rattle the leaves to show us nature's music. It carries the scent of pine and moist soil. You merely disappeared for a moment. You rise above water. Through your hair back and wipe your face. The water reflecting off of your eyes trapping me in with your irresistible gaze. That unforgettable  grin shines into me and warms my heart. You beg for me to get in, but I can't.
Frozen as if medusa herself cursed me but I know i simply cannot. You've fallen in love and she's all yours. I can't take this from you and you understand.

So I take in the scene. I never take these for granted, no. For that would be ignorant of me. Although I think it's time we traverse back to where we came. So link your fingers in mine and carve our names into the earth because I want the forest to know what our love is worth. More than just a simple story of infatuation's birth. As we make our way back and you lay your head onto my shoulder I can't help but to smile and hope the sun speaks of you to the moon and stars above.  
Telling tales of a small dancing goddess that flirts with the trees and blows kisses at the sunset so that you'll always be remembered. But I don't know where we're going nor does it really matter. So we'll keep traveling forward and we can lay our heads when you get tired.

But we didn't build us a house of stone and brick because I knew it shook the very core of you the thought of being stuck inside of 4 walls. Torturing you with Windows that overlook the world and you can't fly out. Bouncing around the walls, you're a balloon only trying to go up. A free soul and I wouldn't dare to shackle your ankles with domestication. Instead I'll make a bed of the forest floor. We've done this over a thousand times before. You look me in the eyes before we say goodnight to the trees. Reminding me that I've made a home in you as you have in me.

Today I tried to change the track I was on,
Shift from one train of thought to another,
Crossing off dead ends and broken lines,
Eager in search for wise words within a silent future,
Some curiosities are better left unsaid or untouched,
These feelings demand a sense of real,
Close our eyes and trust fall into an undecided belief,
All questions are resolved after that,
Spare the family and take the restgive it all to shame,
Laughing along side the tears that treat loneliness,
Once again it takes a failure to teach a student,
Though learning is just the curve of eternal life.

this is (not) a heartache poem
about
you or the way
your eyes stood glossy and
your mouth silent
in large crowds of people –
your
demeanour slowly playing
over me
time and time again,
even when i swore to myself that i would
shut you out
for good
but,
like your smile stuck in my brain,
it kept coming
back.

please understand that there is (no)
heartache here
because this is(n’t) a
poem
about how i spent my life in
paragraphs
filled with every beautiful,
treacherous
word i could think of
while you lived in
shallow, broken
sentences
or
how i could see you perfectly
through the flesh and bone and *******
that
nobody else knew about.

could you see
how much
i longed for you to
take me in the way i
was –
speak to me in the carefully rationed
words of your
stories –
anything that could’ve
brought me closer to you but instead,
only burned
inconceivably
in the wildfires of all you
cared about?

did i end up in those fires too?
were you so certain that i would just
forget
how you stopped sending me
the texts
that i waited
oh-so long for?

were you so certain that i
would have
let you slip away so easily
after the way you lead me to
believe
there was something
between us?

well, i did(n’t),
yet, just the thought of it
kills
me to remember how
you were the brightest star in my universe but
i
was just a mere speck of dust
in yours.

this will (not) be another poem
where
i dream about
watching every bone in
your body cave in
or
feeling your breath
against my ears
but (no),
trust me, there is (no) heartache
that i have
for you
or anything you ever did
in the last seven months we spent
together
that always left me dreaming
on a prayer -
but never listened to.

i know you didn’t want me.
i know you didn’t care.
i was just another one to you.

this is (not) a poem about
how i’m now
broken
because you left me
even though
you weren’t mine –

for where i am
now is(n’t)
heartache.

I check the dark halls,
There's no one there,
I pull myself together,
These ghosts are giving me a scare.

They heard my footsteps,
They followed behind me,
My heart pumped faster
As I ran quickly.

I hid in a room,
Which I know they wouldn't find,
But I felt a hand on my shoulder,
I was soon out of my mind.

RUN

It's sad i know that i can have it
I advice your mind but now it's blinded
Your heart so nice and good to me
Your soul so precious
It is not all i see
Messed up i know i can't retreat
Us two one hurts it is not me

I am so smitten with my little kitten,
She's fluffy and puffy and nice.
She plays with her ball and runs up the wall,
But sometimes she's scared of mice!

Now this might seem silly for my cat named Tilly
But it happened to her one night,
While sleeping and dreaming a mouse came a creeping
And woke her with such a fright!

“What’s going on?” It’s nearly the dawn!”
Said Tilly to the mouse with a frown.
He said, ‘It’s cold outside; I just wanted to hide,
Away from the noisy town.

So Tilly jumped up and looked at the mouse.
She purred at his ears and shoved him about.
She said, “You’re not scary. You’re as small as a fairy!
You can stay for the night, and then you’re out!”


PS: Tilly doesn’t eat mice because she’s a vegetarian!