don't fall in love

it is a chemical chaos
out of your hands
where nothing ever goes
according to your plans

you're giving your heart
to someone new
my love, people are clumsy
their words aren't always true

s.s

there are so many of you
that i would love to sit down with;
maybe over a milkshake and a plate of fries;
and just talk.
i want to ask you about the boy that hurt you,
about the anger you feel deep inside
over a father who said he’d come back...
and then didn’t.
i want to run with you through pages of words and say
“oh that’s right, what a lovely metaphor.”
i want to see all your smiling faces and
thank each and every one of you for showing me kindness,
for saving my life.
i want to collaborate on novels of poetry
and laugh with you through the tears of our pasts.
so until we sip those milkshakes and eat those fries...
thank you, to
some of the most beautiful people i have never met.

She can’t let go
Of the one that makes her sad
Because he used to be
The only one making her happy

Letting go of him
Seems impossible
It will be one of the hardest things
She could ever think to do

What’s truely harder though
Is holding on to him
When deep down she knows
He will never love her back

Goodbyes always hurt the most
When the book is closed
Before she had a chance
To read the final chapter

she is a charcoal sketch.
she is dark,
jagged at the edges, rough.
she is only a first draft--
soon the pencil marks will be erased
and the best is yet to come.
not only is she a watercolor painting--
pastels bleeding together until
you can't find where
each emotion stops and starts--
but also the dark Sharpie lines
etched in arcs on said painting,
a beautiful composition of
daydream and nightmare.
she is cracked clay.
she crumbles easily, powder
breaking off from her sculpture
in such a way that
no amount of glue will ever reattach.
she may be broken and
cracked in all the wrong places but
sometimes imperfections add beauty
to an otherwise ordinary masterpiece.

silly boy,
you were there for her through everything.
through the breakup, through the boys,
through her consuming void.
you consoled her, called her beautiful, was a friend
when the world and everyone else had turned their backs.
but now you want more.
silly boy,
don't get greedy.
she is a loose cannon, a feather floating in the wind.
she cannot be tied down, so
don't try.
silly boy,
i know you're hurting.
you're in need of somebody to love.
silly boy,
she can't fall in love with you
when she hasn't fallen in love with her self first.