Pure, Honest, and Innocent: could i imagine that?

When i try, her face appears as a golden maiden next door knelt down at the beds watering her orchids as the sun dips low and paints her face the color of contentment. She smiles and waves as i walk from the car she says, “It’s so nice to feel the sun again.” She seems so far away, though just next door. to me, she is fiction.

My past comes in many bodies The tall genius, the villain, the impossible girl but they are all up close like the dusk, like a bitter, freezing night my friends say, “it’s not the cold. It’s the wind that gets you.”

If love should be the First Bloom, why does it feel like December?

How can my mind tell my heart that love does not have to be angry?

The golden one asks me about my day. Perhaps i should start a garden.

I dreamed of dying young and angry. I was always the martyr in my mind. a sword in my hand a tear on my cheek garments flowing in the wind. To be with you was to forget my delusions of war and justice.

My days with you are long and similar and pure golden. and right. we work in the fields from rose to ink and it is hard but it is beautiful.

you taught me how to be timid. when you ripped the sword from my hand, i cowered, for i feared retaliation. I had never known peace.

You laid the weapon at my feet and said, “you do not have to fight anymore.”

Happy birthday. i have not seen you since December.

Some things about you could never change: the way your beautiful strawberry hair falls perfectly around your face; the way your eyebrows arch, as if you know something I don’t; the mole on the side of your cheek. Yet somehow, everything is different. It’s been too long to know you like I used to.

The girl is beautiful, but i wish she wasn’t. It hurts me that i can’t be mad at her. She looks great with you. It is so refreshing to see you happy. I wish i could’ve made you happy like that.

You’re the only person i feel like i can really talk to. There are things you know about me that no one else does. I check for your message every single day. I still want to know you.

Can you please just love me as much as I love you? Can you please just love me as much as I love you?

I love you, please come over. I can’t do this anymore. I just want to be yours. I hope you think about me. I hope you can’t get me out of your head. Please, forget me so you can be happy. Go home, and enjoy your life.

You make me a better person. I’m still trying to figure out who I am without you.

One day, she came in threw her stuff around my room now it looks empty.

I’m messy again. cleaning is easy when it’s for someone you love.

It’s so hard to think of someone else’s big mess all over your floor.

I needed balance. Now, they’re never around my walls are so bare.

All that glitters is not gold but gold is not the only good thing.

gold is not the only valuable the only perfect metal in a sparkling world.

Could you tell a child who had never seen snow in awe of the shimmering light for the very first time of its glittering deceit?

All that glitters is not gold but the whole world is aglow.

Would you dare ask a girl with her first kiss her first love why we bother with love if it never lasts?

All that glitters is not gold But love is worth its weight.

Might you scowl at a mother holding her baby just 2 hours old still new to the world whom she held so tight?

Gold is thin and can slide between your fingers like wind through the night. Love is heavy. and light. It holds you to the earth.

All that glitters is not gold but gold is just a thing.

So tell me, priceless child, why do you discount your diamond soul?

Could you at least try to pull yourself together before we go in?

I don’t want to go in with you.

I need you to stop crying. everyone will look at us when we walk in.

I am so sick of being gawked at.

What is your problem? Can you not see how lucky you are?

I don’t want to see you ever again after tonight.

You think you’re so fucking clever. God i wish you could stop being cryptic for one second so i can enjoy a night with my friends.

Not everything is about you.

The sooner you go in the sooner we can leave. Can you just put on a happy face for me one more time?

I can’t pretend it’s okay anymore.

Please, just come in for an hour.

I don’t want to go in with you.

This is not really a poem so much as a small sentiment that popped into my head and helped me through tough times in which someone who might have been “the one” slipped right through my fingers. It may not follow poetic structure, but it is a love story, and i believe love is poetry.

I fell in love for the second time during the hottest week of the year. The sun in the sky felt far away and so small. He was close, so he seemed so big, which might’ve been the reason he approached me in the first place. It didn’t take much to make my heart race like a star across the galaxy, just a simple brush or glance. But, one night, he was gone, just as the sun in the sky.

I often imagine the other suns in the great beyond. Do they have an earth like ours? On that earth, Is there a girl who falls too easily for a boy who shines like the moon and illuminated her darkness? What is different for them, on the other side of the galaxy? Did they fall in love during the coldest week of the year? Did they live close, or were they able to keep in touch? Did the alien girl ever muster the strength to, just once, grab his hand? Do they marry, have children, and grow old together? It only takes one thing to change everything.

Maybe, in another galaxy, I will love you all over again.

Looking in the mirror, i see what i am supposed to see. the pieces all fall into place. i am put together. made whole. What the mirror cannot show me is the monster the fungus that is currently constantly consistently ravishing my insides. Chaos ensues as it argues with the mirror girl. The bacteria that has infected her bellows: just check it just check it just look just touch it it can’t hurt to look once more. The brown eyed girl in the glass begs for mercy. she cannot take this anymore. The beast is relentless. He roars: there is no harm in knowing just check it look at it run your finger across it take a picture just look. The animal knocks the fragile glass girl to the floor. Finally, she collects herself and walks away, astonished by how the mirror cannot reflect the creature she is.

I have an intense case of writers block i cant even follow directions my writing skills need resurrection as you read this, it won’t be a shock

To write about fall would be fine but i have not a clue what i might do when it’s time to write the first line.

It’s barely turned summer, why write about fall? Maybe i’ll have an idea by the time we have colder weather

all the greats are rolling in their graves watching me struggle through this like they could do any better

I know he can’t help who he is. I know that he tells me not to worry, and that he loves me. But I see him succeed, and pull them all along like a beautiful blue-eyed magnet. He puts his soul into everything he does, his heart spews in to everything he creates with his gorgeous mind. He fills every space he is in. I just want to share a room with him. I want to spend a day just one single day that’s not about him. I am afraid of how much I love him. He shines so bright, that I fear that one day, like the sun, I won’t be able to look at him.