I've been making memories
for us my head
thinking about a future
that hasn't happened  
About someone who isn't there
I've been thinking about you
And the things we could have done

tell the next one
to treat you how you deserve
however that is

I've dedicated monuments in the honor of the way you say my name
and let the skies carve rivers for the way you kiss
I am no goddess but I've become hell bent for worship of the small crook of your nose where my fingers have shaped infinitely
Insane beliefs for the outstretched hands and bending of your fingers around my hands
I have gone mad in the relief of your presence

I knew I would
Fall in love with you,
And to me, that is just okay.

How do you make them see exactly what you want?
I ask that you only put me in the know but all I want is you.

I look forward
To falling in love again

Poppy,
This is the name of a gift.
A tiny seed.
Monthly when the same
knocking comes,
Even though I cried the first time I realized it wasn't you I was welcoming, I opened my arms.  
I was so joyous to have a pain that was so close to feeling you again.
Poppy I miss you

Heartbreak,
Looks a lot like a crushed
2003 Mustang

She looks like a monument to all the years we spent trying to be happy,

She sits like the sun, and she probably doesn't expect us to but we stare because she is so bright.

The daughter of love,  looks a lot like the both of us, only she smiles more.

Her laugh sounds like life, like we've planned for her to giggle like windchimes.

Or planned for her to run like summer     or walk like she's tip-toeing so she doesn't wake the grass

The only thing we know is how badly we want you..how much we love you.

He makes
Me feel like
Maybe I was born
In the right time after all

I think love,
The kind that makes you feel everything, the pain and joy deeply,
Makes us scared to die .

I wanted to name you,
Something beautiful,
Something strong.
I wanted to give a name
To a life so small
So strong
So beautiful.
I needed to gift
The loss of you with happiness
That you were mine.

I wonder, where
I would be without you-
But I haven't moved.

The number 7
Is an unlucky
Number
To carry the
weight that is
No longer mine
To carry

I sneak out of the door to
See the sky,
See that sky that's been hidden
From eyes,
These eyes that have been dying to see this guy,
This guy has been waiting under the stars to meet,
To meet the girl that's been waiting for months,
And time moves slowly for those in love.
Especially those in love with stars and guys who make time to meet under the sky.

The morning I was told
I lost you,
I curled into a ball in my bed and cried.
I cried like you should have,
I held myself the way I would have held you.
Now that I do not feel you, I feel empty.

How can he understand
The loss of a feeling
He's never felt

I cry sometimes when
I do not feel you.  
The absence is a pain
In my abdomen all on
It's own.

When you were asleep and I was in your arms,
You shook the stars from the sky
As your body trembled.

I took the moon from its place in the heavens,
And let it rest on the foot of
The bed we shared.

I tried to take away gravity so all the weight you held on your chest
Would be lifted from you,
Even in your sleep you seemed troubled.

But all I could do to make you stop shaking was gently kiss all the parts of you I love; your eyes grew peaceful again, your body grew back into mine.