most people burn me alive but you
you are a warm fire after a long time skiing
you are hot chocolate on a winters day
I know you love the cold- so you are the warmth
that makes it bearable, enjoyable
for a summer girl like myself-
you are the sun in my cold day, the snowflake
that doesn't sting so much as it used to
maybe we are the warmth and the cold, counteracted
balanced, together, in shifting seasons- day and night
and maybe you don't love me
but maybe we are perfect for each other.

who are you?
are you the little girl I used to hold?
do you remember me?
do you remember yourself?
bright eyed, spirited
you're different Miranda
why can't you remember
*who you are

Simply,
we are a rock  
revolving around
a great ball of fire.
Say you'll
remember me
when it all
ends.

I love the idea of a she, someone with long hair, big eyes,
quiet voice and gentle-minded,
locks tied back in a braid, smooth, soft body,
with small hands- for all my hatred of sexism
I cannot ignore that I am blatantly, painfully attracted
to what they have told me is a woman.

I am cracking, splintering
because of you
my screen shines bright but glints through broken shards
as I tumble down the stairs,
lost, confused,
but laughing the whole time.

Wishing life could be over, but really just wanting it to change.

God doesn't want me to feel like this
love will win in the end- love will win,
after all of this, love will win