Eyes a cold stoned blue You raised me from little to now who I am My gratefulness for you is very true When you’d try to wake me up, I didn’t give a damn.

Pushed me to my limits everyday When I was young, I screamed and shouted I wanted nothing more than for you to never stay Every time I hear about my past doings, it’s something Ive doubted

Since birth, my mother you’ll be Even in the grave, you’re still my mom When you pass, I’ll promise to spread your ashes across the sea Some days I’ll cry, others I’ve promised you, I’d stay calm.

He came in quietly and said,

“I don’t know how to say this.”

The words that came out of his mouth next, made me lose my head.

“Before I go, the only thing I’ll ask of you, is a kiss.”

I wasn’t searching for nothing,

Nothing indeed.

Not a person nor a place,

Then I stumbled upon you.

A broken mess,

Scattered every which way

I picked up the pieces

Formed a beautiful confidence

At expense, my happiness.

Pain makes me seek a refuge

Behind the pools of color,

Your eyes alight with fire

Hatred for me and the actions I’ve done,

Giving me all hell,

I leave you alone.

My bubbly laugh and quirky jokes

With you no more

Me venturing off onwards

I’m so much better without you.

Enfuriated air’s blow whisks against me

Punched in the stomach, I flutter off the tree

Upon the ground I lay,

I was ice cold, now turn green again in May.

Wish I will, wish I might

Once up high, took down a sad flight

Wish enough, all day I do

I’ll never reach the up there, twas at a great height.

I lay molded into the grass

Hoping wind blows me higher than high,

Breeze, the tree I bypass

On my way onward, I shall reach up into the sky.

Hand in hand, we are

You’ve marked love on my heart like a scar

My care for you follows everywhere you go

How much I want to spend the rest of my life with u, you’ll never know.

One knee touches the ground

My wife, I wish to crown you

Reaching out, it’s your ring finger I caress

A hopeful glance, I’m met with a happy yes.

She dreamt of every spot on Earth with her feet upon it Nearly every country her steps were placed Saving cash for the final world state, she promised herself at the beginning that she wouldn’t quit Approaching the ground off the plane, a beautiful sight, she faced

Final stamp on the small leather booklet printed She wore a proud smile A tall man, waving her over as her passport was what he hinted Series of required questions asked. One after another, creating a pile

Bystanders listen in, craning their heads Words slip through her mouth, leading her over aside by escorts Her identity exposed, this country wants homosexuals dead Once carried away by security, the only thing left was her bruised stamped passports.

Love

I’ve experienced it in a relationship before, Gotten loved by my family, Even by the pets.

I’m not on the prowl for such a thing though. I shall keep striding on, hand in hand with my life. Won’t turn my gaze nor a glance backwards, for I am yearning to move forwards.

I refuse to waste my days, months, and years for a such thing that could rip me to shreds in the end. Being the cautious bunny I am, I will tread carefully along the path of love, but only after I reach the end of Dream’s path.

One day, I shall meet love and look upon the situation with glory, but for now...

“Don’t rush me. I’m being as careful as I can.”

Unconscious gaze

Windows painted with water drops

My tears paint my face

I slammed my car door shut without a care in the world as I started to pick up my pace towards the burning household. Lifting my loose t-shirt over my head and throwing it onto the ground, I took a quick, but deep breath before dashing into the flames.

The air was thick with smoke covering every layer. Each breath in was searching for fresh air, but my lungs getting desperate for clean air, wanted to collapse due to the dry air flowing into them.

Ignoring my own deep and messy coughs caused from the smoke, I quickly looked around every corner and doorway. Seeing nothing but burning furniture in each room, my hope began to disintegrate. The flames were taking my air and all the hope I had left. I was near to giving up when a cough that wasn’t my own was heard.

“Hello?!” I shouted over the flickering of the extreme heat.

I got nothing in response other than strained coughs and a small whimper.

I charged into, what I assumed was the kitchen and saw a tanned girl with black hair curled up in a ball next to a dining table with her head just barely looking up to see my face.

“I’m here to save you, let’s get out.” I offered her my hand and guided her out through to the hallway once she took it.

Reaching the living room, I saw the door I had opened to enter this burning mess. I stepped forward with the girl’s hands latched onto my arm, when one fourth of the ceiling collapsed onto my open arm.

Crying out in agony from the fire chewing on my skin, the girl noticed I was in severe pain and she began to cry.

“Go! Hurry!” I yelled through the façade of the pain I was enduring.

The girl looked at me with her tears being the only moisture in the house, before she lifted up the chunk of wood that had fallen on my arm just enough for me to fall onto the floor as I was released.

Getting back up on my feet and looking for the girl, I spotted her behind me, coughing and slightly swaying back and forth. I knew her lungs were giving out and her head was getting dreary by now. If she didn’t get out of this house right now, she wouldn’t make it.

I turned my head to look at a way to get over the fallen ceiling before I turned back and instinctively caught the girl as she passed out in front of me.

Using all my strength, I hoisted the girl up into my arms and held her bridal style until I began to march over the fallen embers of the ceiling.

Once the fresh air grazed my nostrils, I set the girl down and sighed in relief.

Out of everything in that house, saving that young girl was worth any burn I could’ve gotten in the process.

I just started thinking about the possibilities you and I hold. We’ve been best friends since I was a mere teenager. I tease and poke and mess with you, but you put up with me. In more cases than many, when we first met, you were more mature. I was the goofball and you tried your hardest to set me straight. Eventually it planned out. I’m mature now when needing to be, but I’m the same goofball you’ve known since the beginning when I’m talking to you. We act like bickering siblings at times, but others, we are best friends. I still remember the message you sent me that formed the hill our friendship was born on. You sent it, thinking it was meaningless, but once I read it, I wanted to make sure you and I kept in touch. When you were sad, I joked around with you until you gave me a smile and a smart remark in response. You’re younger than me, but have witty comebacks that I can’t get enough of. You must admit that even though I tease and can be mean, I’m sweet and lovable around you. I let my true colors fly with you and don’t hold anything back. A long time ago, I gave you my trust and I knew you wouldn’t break it. I made a smart move that day. I also made a genius move when I called you my best friend. You’ve been through a lot, as have I, but we’ve been sticking our heads out and helping each other with the pain. I remember when I used to check up on you and make sure you were eating enough every day. I hope you still are. I know you struggled with an eating disorder and I wish for you to never suffer with that again. As for when you’re sad, come to me and I’ll lend a hand. I’ve got a shoulder to cry on for you, ready and prepped. You already know I got joke after joke lined up to make you smile. I will put my best effort into making you happy, for it makes me smile when you’re the happy bubbly Mya I know. You’re a very skilled individual and I know you’re gonna see the eyes of success in the future. I just hope I’ll be there to hoist you up onto the success panel. We have so much in common and we can relate to each other a lot. We are both short and gay. I’m not complaining because I’m not the only one. No matter what you look like, your body shape, hairstyle, glasses or contacts, I’m still gonna love you the same. You’re still the Mya I met a long time ago and I’m not about to let you go. Sorry to say it, but you’re stuck here with me. I’ll tease, poke, and squeeze you until you get enough of me. Even then, I’ll still be here waiting for you.