The fullest moon can not outshine you, nor can its darkest crater be as hollowing as you.

This day is drawing high
and shadows now flee
for perfection has come
and gladness knows me
and this cause that I pled
for so long as I trod
Waiting and hating
the gladness of sunrise, sunset and all
refusing to trust God
when the world was on the run
Leaving this Shield
My Rock and Salvation
diving heads first in the sea of pity
Till I found this new life
now this day I await

Innocent love.

That’s what I held in my heart for her.
My heart fluttered every time I saw her.
I remember the way her chocolate hair flowed in the wind, cascading across her shoulders.
I remember how she would do the most awkward things, how color filled her beautiful cheeks.
I remember the fireball she was, how endlessly loving and enthusiastic she was.

But I also remember how I noticed these things; sad things.
I remember how I could tell if her smile was fake by the twitch in the corner of her mouth.
I remember how my heart broke as I helplessly watched her deal anxiety.
I remember how she would always wear shorts that covered her thighs.
I remember how she would break down, how she would hate herself.
I remember the day that I told her about my suicide attempt and she told me about her’s.
I remember how I cried with her.
I remember letting her down, I remember picking her up.
I remember how we hugged that first time I saw her after she had gotten out of the hospital.
I remember how she was the only reason why I did not **** myself.
I hope I was her reason.

The thing is, I have only known this woman for a year but I want to truly get to know her.
I want to learn her pet peeves, I want her to tell me her life story and rant about it.
I want to help her. I want her to truly believe and know that I couldn't imagine the world without her.
I want her to know these emotions and thoughts that I can’t put into words.
I could think for hours and not find out the right mixture of 26 letters to express how important she is to me.
I won’t ever be able to understand how such an amazing person could hate herself and want to end her life.
I want to be there for her, to break any of those lies.

Because I’m in love with her.
I’m in love with her personality, her scars, and who she is.
I wouldn't change a thing on that astounding woman.

I am innocently in love with her. I want to fall asleep beside her, to brush the strands of deep brown hair out of her eyes.
I want her to feel loved.
I want to be the one that fixes the future and puts a peace of mind on the past.
I want to be her first love.

I love her.
I love the way her eyes have so much depth.
I love the choker that wraps around the base of her tanned neck.
I love her true smile, how it perfectly fits in her complexion.
I love her figure, regardless of society’s standards.
I love the little bows she expertly weaves into her hair.
I love the way she can make anyone smile.
I love her naturally weird nature, how she isn't afraid to be herself.
I love her story, how it proves how strong and amazing she really is.
I want to brush my hand across her cheek and kiss her.
I want to make up for all the times she felt worthless.
I need to make her realize how much better she is compared to these illnesses.
    
I want to make her feel wanted.
    
I want to be her first love.

This place;
It's full of the weird and the wonderful
This place;
It's creatures are more amazing than I've ever seen
This place;
It's got the style that got its unique tag
This place;
It's full of the weird, the wonderful and *us.

I am bound by
two brick strings
and a
receipt
of red ink.

There is nothing
about the future that presents this.
Only that which has occurred
to a stomached stirred
preventing any glimpse of bliss.

I'm only calling
the names in the distance.

There's a shift of relevance
and it's delicate.

Those who can't record
the revolution
are too busy
lighting the rooftops
ablaze.

My words are the keys off beat
In choir, the one off key
The bird who flies in the opposite direction

The ecentric. They call us the liberals. The freedom fighters. They say were are the hippies, the weirdos.
What makes me different........................
My hat is so tall you can't see the theatre performance
My eyes are so curious I see a light on every ceiling
My hands are so wound they jump like bunnies on every desk
My feet as so tired they twist in the soil

I paint a picture that shows shadow and dark
I feel I am both
I Feel like the wind of the opposite direction

I don't know.
It feels so weird.
Where I am, is so familiar
yet it surprise me every time

Love is just so chaotic.
It's so strong, confusing and stubborn.

We are all cracked up
Like how trees shatter
When struck by lightning
Like how brds fly away
When they see someone they never knew

We are all cracked up
And when you try to understand why,
You just couldn't
Because as human as we are
We are all cracked up