I like her a lot
Maybe even enough to call it love.
I can't fix her past
I can't guarantee her future.
All I can promise is today
Here and now.
I can't swear to her shell never cry
Only that it won't be by my hand.
I can't swear that everything will be ok.
It won't be.
All I can swear is that I'll be there
Ready to protect her and comfort her
Whenever she needs it.
If I could give it all to her, I would
But I can't.
All I have to offer
Is my love and friendship.

Two people could never have been more in love than the two of us. A spark at first glance, suddenly roaring as a huge fire. At every moment we'd tell the other how much we loved them and how we wish they'd never leave. Two hearts and two minds, completely intertwined. But now it feels different. The light in your eyes has gone. My smile wiped from your mind. Is this what love is? A flurry of passion then nothing? I thought love was to be shared, nurtured over time, a never ending passion. As I lay here seemingly forgotten, in endless confusion, It seems "love" is just a syllable, it's meaning lost to history and its intent ignored in the doldrum of life. It is why I now ask: Do you even remember my name?

it reaches out and touches you
it takes you by surprise
it rises from the ashes where
the fire of love has died

i love your personality. i love your smile and your
laugh. i love the way you carry yourself. i love the
way we have everything in common. i love the way
you make me feel, which is something i've never felt
before. i love how beautiful you are, inside and out.
they just combine together and create a beauty that
i've never seen before.

                                                                      that's why i am so captivated.

i've lost myself
in the sea of faces
and pool of words

i've lost my words
because she stole them
from my mouth.

i've lost you
to her because
i was too late
to get you back

i've lost my heart
in the empty streets
of the road we used
to walk together

i've lost to her,
once again and
i let myself go

They always placed me here:
In the outfield,
With the dandelions
And the cartwheels.

Spinning round and round,
Until Rachel shouted,
"Hannah, kick it! Kick it!"

The ball was huge,
Ginormous—
A little Pluto.
I kicked it with all my might
Straight towards the grey city
With the tall skyscrapers
And pins and needles
Shooting towards the sky.

I promise you,
I didn't mean to.
But little Pluto came crashing down
On your city
And with the weight,
I killed you.

A little dandelion kick
And you were gone.

In your will,
You bought me a ticket to Paris
And $1,000 to spend on cheese.

But I couldn't leave.

I tried to confess
How much I forgive you
For using your words
When you were alive,
To exploit me.
But the sounds are caught in my throat
Clenched by my unruly fists,
Unable to unravel themselves
Into spoken word.
My lips mutter,
“I’M SO SORRY”
In big letters—
But the sound does not escape.


I crushed you with a dandelion kick,
And after all of this—
You still remembered my dream
And held onto me,
Placed me in your will.

Then I awoke—
Not in Paris,
Not shoving Brie in my face
Not wearing the heels I packed.