Fascinating, isn't it,
How the sight of you was once all it took
To melt away the wax inside my knees.
How your eyes locked with mine and, without fail,
Monarchs took flight inside of me,
And the afternoon sky filled with stars.

And yet
I see you now
And my joints stiffen in the cold.
With every step you take,
I feel you leave
All over again.

- p. winter

Truthfully alive and free. I rest easier. Everything tastes crisper than before.
Hanging out with my friends I don't feel like I am carrying a cloud over my head. I don't feel dead on the inside anymore. I am glad that I kicked him out of the door.
Truthfully I had to me. Around him I was bitter, depressed and angry. It was like his darkness swallowed me whole and left me empty. Now that my light is back I am picking up the pieces of me that he broke.
Truthfully it was living in a nightmare. I don't have to be there anymore. I don't have to be around him anymore and that's what matters.
Truthfully I am better.

I gave you my virginity,
gave you the deepest part of me.
And though I thought it made us closer,
you told me it was over.

I had been saving it for someone
who I thought I could love,
but that person wasn't you.
I was just too stupid to see the truth.

Someone who loves you
doesn't keep you around to be used,
someone who loves you
doesn't leave you alone and blue.

We weren't good together.
I now know that I deserve better.

When I awoke, your taste lingered on my lips,
Your touch left tattoos all over my skin.
If only I could see your carnage, to revel in it!
I fantasize about your fingers tracing my skin
And your lips burning a scar onto my *******.
Why are fantasies intangible and temporary?

The sun shines
And the flowers bloom
They’re so beautiful and different
In their own way
I go and pick a yellow
Compared to the rest, it’s rooted quite a bit
It’s tall and long
I sit on the ground and study it
It petals look like the rays of the sun
I brush across the surface
Yellow is shy
Yellow is meek
The sun shines harder
Yellow may be beautiful but
Its petals begin to shrivel
The sun shines harder
A bee hums near me
I drop yellow and move to the next
The next flower is green and vibrant
I pick this one with care
I study it
This one is long and tall
Not quite like yellow
Green is soft like cotton
Green has a natural, sweet smell
Green is secure in my hands
But the sun shined after a little while
Green dropped but I didn’t
Notice at first
I took my time and saw
That greens petals were all
Over the ground before me
The wind whistled
Blowing the green petals
Far from me
I wanted to grab one to feel that softness
After awhile, I moved back to yellow
I shed a tear hoping it changed
To go back to the beauty it was
Soon I let yellow go
There’s another flower across the field
It’s red and has many petals
Everything I want
But I’m not ready for such beauty

#OWL'S WORLD