It makes so much sense now,
Why hurricanes cause so much damage
And then are named after people.
You come in my life and destroy
everything
Everything that I stood for
Ruined.
Everything is gone.
You made such a hard impact
As a category 5
Destroying everything in your path
And then leaving as if it was nothing..

GM

dense, warm air and sticky grins were prominent during those sunny summer days
tripping over our friends and muffled laughter
grass stained shorts and muddy fingernails
wet, curly locks of dark hair and bare feet squishing against the grass
kids are known to be careless
a big bowl of fresh strawberries is placed onto the plaid blanket spread across the prickly grass blades
and we shoved our hands in quickly to see who could get the huge strawberry in the middle first
some blades of grass stuck right through the blanket and poked our legs hard enough to make it sting but it didnt phase us
neither did our grimy hands as we devoured the delicious fruit.
we were messy kids. the juice dripped down our arms, creating a translucent river of rosy red juice
you licked yours up but i stared at mine, intrigued as the river followed my veins and settled in the crooks of my bent elbow
i couldnt resist slurping it up eventually though
strawberries were always my favorite

several years later it isnt the same
the red river dripping down my arm, following my veins and settling in my bent elbow didnt taste the same as the sweet strawberries of summertime.
the gashes on my arm werent from an intense game of tag with a friend
or from rolling around in the grass too roughly
these gashes were more than just booboos
mommy couldnt kiss these and make them all better
mommy couldnt make them disappear
i couldnt make them disappear
i made them appear
they are here to stay, and not some sticky juices from a summertime delight
they were sticky juices from a wintertime despair.
a twisted mind
a long sleeved hoodie in 90 degree weather
a sad excuse as to why it was a hoodie instead of a t shirt or a tank top
a bit lip to hold back the tears
a friend who tried their hardest, but couldnt notice and brushed it off
a forever tainted mind

whenever someone offers me strawberries
i take them, even if i am filled to the brim or sick of strawberries altogether
because maybe if i overdose on strawberries
my mind will blur
and all the memories of the thick, dark red river of wintertime despair
will all become replaced with strawberry juice
and i will wake up
and it will have been nothing but a fever dream.

I want nothing to do with you
As all you do is play games with my heart
I want nothing to do with you
As you play with the broken pieces as if it was art
I want nothing to do with you
Because you lead others on
I want nothing to do with you
Because you become someone else after dawn
I want nothing to do with you
Because you allowed another in
Oh how I wanted to end it right then
I want nothing to do with you
For I'm not the only one anymore
I want nothing to do with you
Because I feel so washed up here at shore
But through all that
Through everything you've put me through
I want everything to do with you
And for that I do not know if I'm strong, or if I'm the weakest man alive
But the heart wants what the heart wants, even if it lead's itself to die

I am one
learning how to
carefully seal
myself shut;

still working on
the art of hiding
in less obvious spaces
that won't give me away,

folding myself
onto myself
like messy origami
forming no figure,

my pale skin
being tinted by sunlight,
my hollow cheeks
being surrounded by sunny faces

that have no idea
how much all I want
is for the rays to
melt these glaciers.

I tie my hair
with bright red ribbons
like I am a present
with no future, no past.

Might want to unwrap me
only to find a box
empty,
consumed.

I do not hold
anything

for you.

I cannot even hold
myself

for me.

We like to pretend life was better
But the past was just as cruel.
People were not kinder,
The world — no more innocent,
We just had more light in our hearts.

Don’t grasp at the past, just let it go by
The people, the places, like clouds in the sky
Don’t grasp, at the past, just let it go by
Like waves in the sea, and birds in the sky

Don’t wonder when, don’t wonder why
Everything happened, just say  goodbye
Don’t bother with sorrow, don’t even sigh
Your daydream is over, and night time is nigh

Your pain won’t be shared like pieces of pie
No one will be holding your hand when you die
Today may be low, and tomorrow high
Don’t be disappointed by truth or a lie

   Sean Hunt   Sept 28 2016

You came into my life temporarily
And I still gave you pieces of myself
Knowing that when you'd leave
You would take me with you