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What is this city?
It’s nothing but our own perception
Our own version of reality
We’re all living in the same city
But seeing different skylines
I have been absorbed in my own skyline
Over exaggerated
Dramatic
Pathetic
It was all I could see; I thought it was the truth
I was wrong
You see a very opposite skyline
Calmer
Nicer
Simpler
I’m embarrassed by my emotions
I want to take it back and be better
I want to be better for you
But that’s my problem
How dare I change myself for you
How dare I put my life on hold for you
How dare I base my self worth on you
How dare I
I am better than this
I am stronger than this
And I refuse to waste anymore time doing this
Now I have seen your skyline and mine has been broken
Only maps really know what our city looks like
You and I will never know the truth
But for the first time, I’m okay with that
I preferred his beard
and lengthy locks
but I loved his crooked smileand
I adored his curly hair
If his face is to be ignored,
Then I am still in love.
For his bad jokes,
His captivating mind,
and strong spirit still allure me
Though through it all,
it was his heart I loved best
His loving heart
His giving heart
His kind heart
His heart he gave to me
Yet, this is also the
heart he took back
this, the heart that stayed intact
as it watched mine break
the heart that grew cold in my hands
the heart I obviously hurt
yet
I can’t fathom how
He was my beloved
And I was beloved by him
He once was such possibility
But now he is an end
The end
Oh, how hard that is to say
How hard to fathom that is
A time without he
A strength without his arms
A life,
No longer beloved
I stand at the start
at the very beginning of it all
Before the worries.
the fights,
the pet peeves
the problems I can't even imagine
or I don't choose to imagine
Here in this place and time
I am happy
forgetting what came before
with only the blissful possibility of what lies ahead
Now is the time to embrace
Now is the time I will always remember
With so many possibilities
I can never be sure what comes next is any better
I hope, I hope upon hope alone,
though my choice of blissful ignorance,
that the possibilities are only great
I stand at the start
at the very beginning of it all
but all I see is you
and how can that not be great?
november tenth. Say it, november tenth. It tastes so beautiful in my mouth, on my tongue. I love a day, I love words. how can that be? How can a word bring happiness? For isn't that what love is, bringing happiness, helping us get through the day. Helping us carry on, the things that make us happy, the things that make us smile. Like the pretty name of a day. The pretty name of the day that helps us remember how pretty the day can be. That's what love is, helping.
Being without
implies you once had something
implies there is something to miss
a friend
a hobby
a good book
anything, everything
being without means we are alone
and that is the worst enemy of them all
but why?
Why are we so afraid to be alone
To be without for a little while?
For, isn’t it true
Only when we are alone
Do we see who we truly are
Without
Maybe that’s what we’re afraid of
us
Up the stairs we climb
To go upstairs we’ll run
We’ll go upstairs to rise up stairs
Above the world below
Upstairs we roam
Up to the stairs we’ll walk
We’ll walk around the stairs to see the stairs
What’s beneath the stairs alone?
Under the stairs
we do not know we cannot know
what does lie below
In dark and dreary room
In no room at all
Beneath the stairs there are no stairs at all
And there you’ll find a boy
All sad and lonesome still
Beneath the stairs
Within the stairs
This is his home
We circle around each other
Dancing in and out
of the other’s life
It was not perfect
It was not automatic
Maybe we don’t click
Maybe we’re not supposed to
We protrude outward with greetings
And retreat with fear and insecurity
Never building up the courage to commit
To open up and let the other in
We smile
We speak
We walk away
Nothing to talk about
But so much to discuss
Chocolate chip pancakes.
Mac & Cheese.
A hummingbird.
A ticket stub.
Cheap Sunglasses.
To be surprised.
A pizza crust.
Vintage Ties.
When Will I see you?
You tell me.
Burberry Touch.
A kiss upon his cheek.
Hazel Eyes.
White Chocolate.
Banana, Strawberry.
Goodnight Darling.
One. One. One. One.
A wish
A dream
Of what we could be
But for today
Just a flashback
A memory
Twenty years ago
My path began.
Kinder garden and grade school
My path continued
And I always stopped
to pick flowers along the way
Middle school and High School
My path took many twists and turns
I often got turned around and confused
But I always found my way back
College was an uphill slope
The higher I rose
The harder the winds blew
Then my path got easier
I began to walk slower and notice the flowers again
Two months ago
your path was crossed mine
And I’ll never be the same.