I’ve cut my hands too many times on the sharp edged souls I’ve tried to save. I find them screaming, in need of care, and my heart goes out to them like a soldier into battle, but their mouths are no longer screaming, instead they’re open to bite at me with wicked teeth that shred my own spirit. It’s getting hard to carry my pieces away.
The water trickles off her knees after she gracefully slides them from the glassy water. Bubbles cling to her glistening skin catching sunlight sneaking between the light curtains. She feels her worries slip down her back along with a couple drops from her wet curls, and her stresses leave her lips on the breath of a sigh pressed lightly from tired lungs.
There’s something special in the way you make my heart drop. It’s similar to a roller coaster rushing into a plummet from stories up, but not, because I don’t ride roller coasters anymore, but I will let you continue to make my heart skip since that’s a much nicer way to falter.
There are raindrops scattered on the flower gardens below, and all the smokers who have made these beds their home have fled, and it’s amazing how quickly it becomes clean.
Feelin super cute today. I auditioned to be a model at my college’s yearly fashion show, which is a big deal, so that’d be kinda cool if I get that, won’t find out for about a week though. But yeah, now I’m chillin in my favorite sweater because it’s actually kinda chilly out, I feel like fall will be here soon *fingers crossed*
You are my universe. I can find entire galaxies on your skin, and map constellations with your freckles.
There they go all your little pores turn to soldiers racing to get to their station in your furrowed brow trenches. This is war, your mouth the cannon, rocketing off explosions louder and more harshly than the opponent’s.
The stars are no one’s
so remove them from
One day we’ll meet
(maybe on the street,
or in a garden park,
or one of those bars you loved so much)
and I think we’ll recognize each other
(between wary glances
attempted to be hidden behind hair we’ve both let grow
and perhaps it’s raining,
or maybe the sun is beating down on us
making us regret, as always, our decision to wear black,
but we’ll smile in the most civil manor,
and perhaps exchange a few words
(who knows what these words
will be for sure)
and either life will continue on,
two paths leading apart from this crossroads we let separate us,
or life will continue on
as one long, winding road
that we’ll stumble our way down
The skies here are so much more passionate than they are back home. The pinks and reds streak the sky as if being near an art school allows it to steal our colors to paint its clouds like a careless child not being watched by his parents. Even though the blinding lights of buildings scare the stars away from our sights the change is worth it. This sunset, stollen from a fantasy scene, was enough to keep my heart from longing for the crystalline sparkles that covered my old home’s sky, and filled me with the comfort that difference is not all bad.
Reckless abandon will not take me this time,
I’m thinking things through,
testing my waters,
wading in slowly to see how deep your pool really is
before I make my dive into your depths.
I am prepared to let the waves take me,
but this time I won’t drown.
With oh so little magic left for us in this world it is only natural for us to want to create our own.