The trees whisper our names
As we run to the starry sky
We're running to escape
Society's merciless eyes
That tell us who to be
And what to say and why
Like it knows normalcy and
We need to conform to survive
But I say that it doesn't know
Me or you and
If we can make it to the starry sky
Then we can jump into space
Where no one can fill our head with lies
And tell us we aren't
Good enough or the "perfect size"
We run to find a better place
To settle down and waste our lives,
Working, growing, being.
We shall waste away somewhere and die
But it will have been a better life
Than anyone could experience here
And I wish up
We light fires to keep warm that result in burnt down homes
We throw rocks at each other to compare broken bones
We speak words one by one that morph into poems
We fall fast into winter like it's all we've ever known
Bare trees make us long for those lush spring days
When time didn't matter and we sat and we gazed
At the clouds passing by with their frivolous shapes
Three Steps
One step, two steps, three steps. Jean takes three steps into the room when the sound of others interrupts her. A room supposedly empty now fills with the whispers of secret plans and buried feelings. She freezes in her tracks and looks up suddenly. The sight of a man she knows intimately and a woman she does not know burns itself into her eyes.
The man leaps off the couch and his mouth starts vomiting questions and excuses. He runs to his wife, grabs her by the hand, and unravels lies like red carpets, rolling from tongue to ear. His wife simply nods as if she someone set her on auto-pilot. "Jean," he whispers, "I lo
I am not in love with her.
I love how easy it is for me to talk to her.
I love how feminine she is.
I love her small attempts at always staying close to me.
I love how she keeps things going even when I'm not in the mood to try.
I love how she laughs at my bad jokes.
I love our Taco Bell runs.
I love her keys.
I love her car.
I love her tie-dyeing skills.
I love all of these things and more but,
I cannot bring myself to love her.
I can feel you.
I can feel the way breath catches when I say your name.
I can feel the way you cup my face in your hands so tenderly.
I can feel the way your heart trips over itself when we touch.
I can feel the way you burn up inside when we kiss.
I can feel the way you hold on to me like if you let go the world might eat me.
I can feel the way you hug me so gentley as if I will break if you squeeze too hard.
I can feel your hand on mine.
I can feel your eyes staring through me.
I can feel my heart flutter like the butterflies trapped within your stomach.
I can feel everything as if you were here with me now.
I can feel...us, our
My heart.
My soul.
You held my hand as we walked through the valley of Hell.
Everytime I tried to step backwards and run from it all, you stopped me.
You were my strength, and my courage.
I loved how every kiss made your heart skip a beat just like mine.
I knew Fate was watching us connect like lost puzzle pieces.
I loved how you could stare into my eyes and I'd feel completely naked, yet I was always fully-clothed.
I thought that if I told you everything you would tell me everything.
I hated the fact that you weren't scared of anything when I was so frightened of everything.
I knew you'd leave one day because even I can't han
We will burn like stars in the midnight sky
Outshining the sun with no effort at all.
Our hearts will melt into one beating organ
Feeding us the blood we need to keep alive.
We will fuse into one golden entity,
lying within the emptiness that surrounds us.
The trees whisper our names as we scamper by. We're running to find ourselves and the horizon. Fingers intertwined, making friends with others of their kind. I look back to find that your eyes have become the sun; saving me from the darkness.
I clasp your hand a little harder as we run through the night. By morning we should be falling into space. I feel it inside. I know we're on the right track. We'll be greeted by the stars once we find the end. Earth is merely a square and we're looking to make the jump. We've planned to hide within the moons craters until we figure out how to live.
We're living like today's our last day because hopeful