Infatuation harbors in superficiality.

Their love was never ophthalmic.

When their eyes met, his cuteness Came more from vulnerability than outer appearance.

Her laughter and the loud voice echoing from her chapped lips

Led him to love her.

His glasses only drew a minor amount of attention

From the acne scars overcoming his blotchy red cheeks.

She smiled with closed lips to hide the separation

Between her yellow-tinted teeth.

His stomach hung over jeans and their first friendly embrace

Damped her shirt with his perspiration.

The button of her orange and plaid flannel

Refused to kiss its mate

And her tattered brown hair hid the choking collar.

An amateur artist, she singled out every flaw in her wavering voice

While he showered her with compliments following each performance.

As the church preacher encouraged the congregation to join hands

Their fingers intwined and both sweaty palms,

His warm, hers cold, refused to separate

Despite the minister granting permission to do so.

He proclaimed affections stronger than a simple crush;

She loved him too.

Neither boy not girl gifted the universe with beauty

But their minds painted pictures of peace and hope

Across the earth's dying landscapes of sorrow and solitude.

Their passions for astronomy, nature, literature, life, and love

Poured from their lips, gliding gracefully off of each eloquent tongue.

Time tore them apart

But strengthened their affections.

Her teeth drifted farther from one another, but whitened

With every kind word associated with his name.

His face cleared as she trusted him with her worries

And he accepted her internal faults.

Age altered their appearances and demeanors.

They grew as one, while secluded from each other's lives.

Soul mates spiraling down the same confusing path of adulthood,

Their beauty intertwined to create

A single magnificent representation of trust, faith, and love.

Upon this revelation their beauty blossoms

Distributing seeds of envy within the heart of every human life

While they smile and laugh through every treacherous experience

Bound together by the hands of fate and an envelopment of love.

There are not enough

Tears in my ducts to undo

The rush'd loss of us--

Not enough octaves

To cover the hollow staves

Taunting my raw tongue.

The air is wanting

And my gasps find no purchase

In the low-hung clouds.

The sky is vaunting--

Baring down on me again--

Vast, loud, and unkind.

Is this what it means

To drown on dry land?

I'm so sorry about saying all this now,

it's a little too late, believe me, I know,

but I have to tell these things to you somehow,

before it's buried too deep within the snow.

I know I should have told you way before,

how much you really meant to me,

you were all I could ever, in a million years, ask for,

now that I've lost you, I know why I couldn't see.

I'm sorry about how much I hurt you,

the guilt you felt about breaking my heart,

and I try to ease the pain, to show you I still love you,

no matter how much your words tears me apart.

I just wanted you to know it's okay,

I should have never let you go anyway. 

I am innocent

I'm only two

I can't even tie my shoe

I've been beaten black and blue

But I am innocent at only two

I am innocent

I just turned five

I'm really lucky to be alive

Very familiar with the knives

But I am innocent at barely five

I am innocent

I am eight

I learned how to masturbate

The boy next door

So he'd open the door

I am innocent at only eight

I am innocent

I'm just eleven

I can take my uncle to heaven

He's been teaching me since I was seven

I am innocent at just eleven

I am innocent 

I am sixteen

I want to be a beauty queen

I always vomit my meals in between

I am innocent at sixteen

I am innocent

I'm twenty three

Hooked on meth and can't break free

Into the future I no longer see

I am innocent at twenty three

I am not innocent

Not anymore

I've never felt any love before

Everyone opens then slams the door

I am not innocent anymore

Your smile brings the tears to my eyes, 

your happiness is the source of my pain, 

I'd pretend for you as a piece of me dies, 

all my hopes hurriedly prepared to be slain. 

I know you're happy with her by your side,

And I know I lost you because I let you go, 

the knowledge of the mistake is cyanide, 

slowly killing me when you say "hello".

How could I have left the door open for you, 

when I should have fought for you to stay, 

why did I not fight? After what I put you through, 

how could you have stayed? You had to go away, 

the funny thing is I don't blame you at all, 

after all, it was me who willingly took the fall. 

believing without shadow

falling without net

days of tears

weeks of prayers

wondering what went wrong

When life give you lemons....

Pass them along.

Give them to someone who really needs them.

OR

Buy some freaking sugar

And make some damn lemonade

“i'm just going on

a little vacation”

she whispered

to her little boy.

the soft sound

that eased out of her lips

let him know

that everything

would be alright.

she took him into

one last embrace,

planted her lips

and tears

on his head

and then

she jumped.