Identifying The Emotion

Forehead drops
meeting a heavy heart
halfway down my chest
and sinking deep,
rejection sets.

Love, Love, Love

Thirteen
8/10/09

I feel it -
words embody an utter cliche
ripe from overuse
by starry-eyed, thirteen year old girls.
Behind the stereotype
lies something beautiful and real.
The truth of such a phrase
substantiated only by the bearer -
the dizzying vertigo of falling into you,
unlike anything I felt at thirteen.

Life, Normalcy, and the Pursuit of Something Better

8/4/09

Years gone by
Caring about where you were,
and where was I,
but even more
when we became You and I.
Flawed from the start;
Even our togetherness
couldn't stop the fights.
Hard bones thud soft skin,
black and blue and white.
Now I measure my life
through weekends
and long nights,
days spent by his side.
He will never be you
and that's better than right.

These past few days, I've been a literary explosion...

Growing Up
8/1/2009

How we bloom
and who we become,
we rise from our bones,
and grow like bulbs.
We are products of each other,
beautiful vines
intertwined.



Butterflies
8/2/09

You still give me that feeling,
my stomach giving way,
making room for an expanding heart
and lungs filled with breath caught short.

Three, Lettered Words
July 30, 2009

We throw “I miss you” at eachother,
experts with ball and glove.
Phrased within, it hints of words
we wish we had the voice to say.
Combinations of consonants and vowels;
Letters that mean nothing
Until given a breath of their own.