#beforeandafter
before and after
before
girl walking through the hall of her school one day
no one knows her love of girls
her head hanging low
a pain in her heart making her rather die
than be her
after
last night she spilled
now everyone knows her love of girls
she walks down the hall
her freshly dyed hair shining
the colors of others that she represents
rainbow colors swish against her face
she did it in an act of rebellion
now other girls scatter and make a path
none coming close enough to touch
but close enough to hear
they twitter behind hands into ears
only now
she walks with her head held high
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 12:35 PM UTC
Each night I died,
sleep slowly
overtaking my brain.
And each morning I woke
and would lie there
so disappointed at
the very act of waking,
my tiny deaths
only temporary.
I struggled to move,
bound by the weight
of my demons sitting
in my lungs until,
with a lengthy sigh,
I'd breath them out
and force myself up.
Each night I fall,
sleeping soundly in knowing
that I am cared for.
And each morning I wake
and bound up, bursting
with energy and the need
to press my lips to your.
I'm so grateful to have
another day, more chances
to be caressed by
the sound of your voice.
I am weightless, and I
let out a content sigh,
not wanting to get up
only because I have found
perfection in your arms.
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 4:55 PM UTC
I'm starting to believe that I'll never know what it's like to hold you in my arms again. The way I used to when I had the fortune and opportunity.
I'm beginning to understand that time doesn't pass in vain and that every second that goes by erases more of what remains, along with a little part of me.
It's been ages since we've seen each other face to face, yet I know I've never seen your beauty on another canvas. You're unique, nothing even comes close.
And here I am, years later, caught up. Reminiscing, writing down my thoughts in some stanzas. Pulling words from my mind like the petals on a rose.
Trying not to surrender, avoiding admitting defeat, even though I know it's you I lost. The worst part is it wasn't even a battle to begin with.
But maybe there is hope. Maybe there's enough spark left in us to rekindle the fire, and melt away all the frost that has formed on our relationship, and turned what he had into an ancient myth.
Who knows? I do not. You do not. Do we even dare discover if one of us holds the courage to backtrack and retrace our steps? Or do we continue with our lives, always wondering what could have been?
The idea sickens me. The thought of moving forward and letting you escape my grasp without the slightest of closure. It's like you never left. For old time's sake, let's turn back the clock. Let's enjoy our company and make it as beautiful as the end scene to your favorite movie, and go back to where it all begins.
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 8:31 PM UTC