she reached up,
fingers dancing in dapples of sunlight
weaving paths through the trees

her laugh
mingled with birdsong
and twirling through the breaths of wind

the forest
embraced her
the daylight tenderly wrapping her with warmth

she sang to the music of the earth
together they found harmony
as he marveled at her magnificence

There is a boy,
A presence stumbled upon in the shadows,
He hides his face to conceal his identity,
I see his flaws, but no one points at them and laughs,
He is surrounded by rusty chairs and a cloud of darkness,

He does not speak.
He does not think.
He simply stares at the world.

An empty dreamer with all intentions of barking,
He wants me,
I see him,
But my soul is engraved for another,
This boy,

I want to know what he desires.
I want to know if he stares at me for a "hello".
I want his attention.

The next day, he is gone,
A glimpse of his presence is captured, but not saved,
A figure of darkness and a corner of loneliness,
Shaded patterns of sadness echo in my senses,
Silently pushing me towards the abyss,

A face of fade.
A smile so still.
A beautiful soul trapped beneath a blank, stern, and silent scope.

I still want to know what he thinks,
My future is set in place, but is watched by the dark,
This boy needs light,
He needs a guardian,
To graduate with a wing of gold,

This foggy corner represents a relationship.
This boy signifies change.
This darkness is my unhappiness.

A narrative poem broken down into three sentences,
But do not be blind to the objective,
The words beneath the cracks,
I write about a boy,
A second image pierces my periferells,

On the left, is love.
On the right, is curiousity.
On the real, curiousity kills the cat.

I killed the boy,
I shot his nerves, point blank, with the roll of my eyes,
I just need attention,
I need constant attraction,
I adore his love,
I cherish my love for him,
Engraved in darkness,
Altered by a corner,
Continuous attention feeds my emptiness,
Until,
I,
Fade away,
Into my dark corner.

Do you remember that night?
This was moment I loved you.
I was so deeply terrified;
I cried in relief as I burrowed my face in your embrace;
So silly of me,
All that fear in being left alone for the first time.
You probably never knew.

I'm always taken by your memory
And we're long and over,
The people we were no longer exist.

I am in love with a kind man
Who is my world.

And you are a friend to me,
No longer the shining knight
But a sentimental bestie
Too far away to talk often.

But sometimes I dream about you;
Back when you were the safest place I knew

It takes me to a forgotten sanctuary
You put deep in my heart
I go there and I feel again.
I go there and I'm free.
I'm reborn a newer self.

And now I know why all the famous lyricists
Lament the great mystique of young love
For I find my former self anew
In the memory of you.
And though words fail to convey;
I am forever grateful.

As days moved forward

our bodies became one

the eyes led the ears

the ears led the tongue

the tongue traced the parts that were locked away from everyone,  
and uttered words that awoke the skin

the skin brought a rush that moved mountains

pleasure not easily forgotten
and sent us straight into euphoria

and no one ,

No one could fantom the thought that
we were once strangers

because we were perfect strangers

Here is my confession to you, J
A story:
The day you left me waiting at my own art show, you broke my heart. You knew that I liked you more than you liked me, and you took advantage of that. You said you'd come. You said it to me and you said it to Ben, so there I stood waiting. I was sweaty and nervous and I waited for your arrival but it didn't come. You asked me how it went and I left you on open.
But somehow I let it go because I was naive and I wanted you to like me. So when you said you owe me, I believed you. The next week we walked around the park in the hot sun. I remember you touched my back and I thought I lost all the air in my lungs. We drove, separately of course, to the library where the painting I did for you was hung. There was a party going on in the exhibit but you told me, "you were here first" and pointed to the piece. I was so nervous. I went home and it had only been an hour and I had sacrificed an afternoon with my family for you and all you gave me was half a smile.
I didn't talk to you for two years. That girl my best friend saw you with, you told me she was just a friend. But when I left for college she was just your girlfriend then. I looked at your pictures for weeks until I couldn't let myself cling to you any longer.
Yet two years went by and I've kissed more boys than I remember. Too drunk to remember their names, and looking for affection I kissed them. How easy it was to kiss them, yet I still can't seem to kiss you.
When that girl went from your girlfriend to actually just a friend, I hesitated. I waited. And when I decided I didn't care if you'd respond, I snapped you. And how pleased you were excited me.
You held the door for me, the first time I saw you in two years. You walked out the door first and you held it for me, on the tiny, icy step in the snow and somehow I knew in that moment.
I showed you my bowl and I had you lingering then. "you smoke!?" you asked me. I hadn't but I told you yes. So I said you'd have to teach me and when you said you were on your way to get me, I took a shot of *****. Too nervous to go out to your car without some liquid courage. I remember the car was hot and so was I with anxiety. There were moments of quiet and awkwardness, maybe because I was high I didn't mind them. This car ride happened twice more.
Then I didn't see you for three months. Back to our lives in separate states at separate colleges. I thought you would drift away and not be interested any longer but that didn't happen.
I saw you then, three months later and you pushed back our plans. For your sisters, I was okay with it, I just am emotional, I don't like waiting for a man. It gave me flashbacks, of two years ago, waiting next to a painting just for you, and you don't come. This time you did come. "I'll get you. I just left" Bold actions that I appreciated. This was the best, we drove and talked and talked some more. And then the song came on, "talk too much" and the lyrics told me what I needed to do. I tingled and stared at you. I could feel the blood in my lips, the gravitational pull. But how could I reach you in the drivers seat? Do I reach across and grip your face? Is that what you want? I knew that you were listening to the song that told you my thoughts, "I want to come put your lips on mine, and shut you up". And yet I didn't. I wanted to so badly, and I didn't do it. I delayed when you drove me home, I thought you might reach across to me and grip my face, but you didn't. Here I wait, two weeks out from seeing you once again and I dream of kissing you each night. I can see your lips in my head. They taunt me.

When I look into those green eyes
all I see are stops signs sayin'
"chill out and breathe."

When you look at me,

it
seems

like this world is slowin' down, but
my heart keeps beating.

I can't
breathe.

The butterflies are way too much, yet
you keep on speaking

I don't believe you understand
how much I wanna hold your hand.

You call me beautiful,
well, guess what...

You're beautiful too.

​I was young and full of dreams
Wanting to be with you always
So I let my black hair grow long
'Til it would reach your heart​

You glanced at me many times
And I was too shy to confess
I looked at the skies everyday
As I brushed my cascading mane

I imagined your hands on me
Your fingers were so soft
Telling me that you adore me
As you ******* my long hair

The sun gave way to the moon
Silky black turned to gray
But still my hair is flowing
Past my untamed bitter heart

I look sadly at the starlit skies
When I alone brush my long tresses
Remembering regrets of the past
And knowing you bind up her hair.