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He stood on the dock One foot reluctantly planted The other standing at the ready Like that fleeting moment Suspended in mid-air Gleefully anticipating the water on your skin Yet apprehensive of those undiscovered depths Which have yet to be kissed by sunlight She dove in head-fist Through the reeds and the icy darkness And watched from below As the light fragmented Along the rippled surface How stunning it was Even in the deepest and feared unknown Especially there. In the light and in the dark There was only him He watched as she held her breath Shackled by his own mind Wanting for that planted foot To be freed from its hesitations

My heart has known this pain before, Has felt the tearing, burning roar Of losing love Of short goodbyes Of thick regrets Of fearful eyes And once before the sutures stuck I clawed my way from deep dark muck Time stood still and then it didn't The dark low thoughts stayed buried and hidden. My body knows the path to pave My mind has earned the right brave these weeks with grace, chin to the sky it’s getting easier to say goodbye

My stomach is a sinking ship You are the ocean. Filling my taverns, and weighing me down. My heart is a bird You are the hunter. Shooting your arrows, and making me bleed. My eyes are rain clouds You are the storm. Letting the  drops fall, and watching me grieve My brain is a bumble bee You are the poison Stalking my body, and stinging my skin

She blows out midnight flickering wicks, settling the whisping smoke like caterpillars in serenity. Nostalgic nebulas weave, fade. Into the night, into the night. Residing riptides of cinnamon linger. Tuck the eyes if sleeping slumber.

I want to hatch like a salmon in  your heart and glide through the rapids in your blood stream, always making my way  against the current back to the place I was born. I want to grow like a tree in your back yard and hold up the wooden swing of your youth. I'll be the place you go to think in solitude, my branches never letting you fall. I want to flourish like a flower in your garden and fill your days with colour. I'll be the stems that you pick for your vase to fill rooms with aromatic beauty. I want to rush through your mind like a river and push aside all of that debris. I'll be the liquid thoughts of your daydreams. I'll

Dear Teen Me: You're in the hospital right now, curled up in a ball and wheezing in pain. The doctors have you on bed rest because every time you try to stand up the world goes black. You weigh just less than 90 pounds, and you haven't eaten in months. It's not because you don't want to eat; it's because keeping food down is like nailing Jell-O to the wall, impossible. You dry heave over a metal bed pan the nurse gave you, but nothing but this disgusting yellow and brown stuff ever comes up. The nurses tell you that the yellow stuff is bile and the brown stuff is blood. They used to do tests on you every day. They would come in with their n

Lately I've been going on dates with boys. I say boys because not one of them measures up to the man you were. Sure, some of them have been beautiful. One even had a British accent, which made me melt into a puddle of goo on the floor. But for some reason they all disappear, ignoring my phone calls, ignoring my text messages. I guess it could have been something that I did or said, but I like to think it's because they aren't man enough for me. It really gets me thinking about you, and all the ways you made me feel invincible. It's on days like today when I'm feeling useless and depressed that I often count the things that remind me of you.

Your love infects my garden. Once a mosaic of colour, is now a sea of yellow. I forget to feel red, to taste green, to dream in silver. Because all is yellow. All is you.

What a fool am I. To let that iron cage around my heart open and flutter into you like a bird desperate for freedom. I built that cage to keep the wolves out, and to sing in the sunlit dawn without thought. I should have seen through that foundation, dusted thickly on your face with precision. How genuine it appeared, glowing radiantly outside these impossible walls. No wolf had ever aspired so intently an effort that only sincerity could transpire. Hot beath of spiced lips ruffled at my feathers, tempting the untouched skin beneath. How transforming your eyes became when they looked into mine and flickered with abyssal promis

Love is a clumsy thing. Hearts are the breakable kind, the glass kind. So keep your heart away from love like china is kept on the highest shelf. or SMASH Who didn't see that coming.