v-day love notes
some people might not get it
how you are the caterpillar
before it becomes a butterfly
how you are a sweet song
that makes people cry
you are artwork that doesn’t need to be modernized
you are red flushed cheeks when people drink
you are the rough draft before it gets revised
you are my life raft before I sink
as opposite as we may be
you bring peace to me
you are what turns my intense to tense
you and me, we just make sense
how lucky am I
to have found you
in a world so dark
full of uncertainty
but with you in it there is a spark
you bring a sense of normalcy
to the madness that is called my life
and you still end up loving me whole heartedly
oh how I can’t wait to be your wife
I love you endlessly
xoxo
Bonus Mom
when I look at you
I don’t see the mistakes you’ve made
all of the bad memories fade
I see through the drunk texts and calls
I see through the tears you try so hard not to let fall
I see you
and all of the things you are so used to
I see regret
and loneliness
but when we met
I’ve never seen you as a mess
when I look at you
I see someone so incredibly intelligent
who holds a lot of sentiment
who can write the most beautiful pieces of poetry I’ve ever read
who sometimes goes crazy in her own head
and who sometimes just needs a friend
when I look at you
I see someone who is misunderstood
someone who is critiqued for her moods
I see someone who has given so much of herself to others
when not all of them have been good friends or lovers
but you kept giving anyway
when I look at you
my heart splits in two
I would like to give you one half of it
If that means you will feel complete
If that means your heart will start beating again
If that means you will finally feel free
of all the pain and sorrow you have been imprisoned by
oh my
how when I look at you
I see tears that have dried
and honesty instead of lies
I see someone I can come to
regardless of what it may be
you feel like home to me
I ran out of crayons, may I use yours?
the difference in it all is that
even on your darkest of days
I still painted you bright yellow in my mind
you mistook black crayons for light blue
smeared the black over the bolded guided lines
while I sat there and tried to erase
I kept erasing
or at least tried to
but I couldn’t keep up
as your black lines started to become
bigger… thicker …. wider
eventually it consumed the whole page
my light blue crayon broke in half
each piece of it laying on different ends of the paper
trying to still balance what’s left
a fully blacked out page laid in front of us
we stared at it
we stared at it for so long trying to justify what just happened
or at least I did
because underneath all of the black
there was light blue
waiting to shine through to you
but it never made its way from underneath
leaving it to be unrecognizable
unidentifiable
unknown
and eventually to the naked eye
it quickly vanished
no matter how hard it tried
I taped my crayon together
and began drawing again
and again
and again
trying to brighten up the page
but there was only so much I could do
with what little room you gave
Drink Me Until You’re Drunk On Me.
Am I attractive to you?
Or do you just like my sense of humor?
Is it my never-ending questions and curious mind?
Or how my legs look under the sun?
Whatever it may be
It's a trap.
A beautifully constructed and strategically made trap.
My large eyes tell you pretty white lies.
And my words touch you warmly inside.
Just like a shot of liquor.
A burning sensation at first that is quickly followed by waves of warmth
that spreads throughout your chest.
It's bittersweet.
Because you know it's bad for you but it makes you feel alive and less alone.
So you continue to drink it and wonder how.
How did one shot turn into four and then you find yourself waking up on the floor?
I guess that is why they say
Drink Responsibly.
Knob Creek Neat, Please
What is it about that bourbon?
Is it that it tastes divine?
Does it allow you to let out a great sigh?
Or is it because it runs down your throat smooth?
Does it make you feel like you have nothing to lose?
I wonder what it is about it
That makes the hangovers so bearable
Even when the consequences it brings are usually terrible
I wonder what it is
That leaves you lusting for more
That makes you do such a great pour.
There is something much deeper than its taste
It is everything else about you that you try to erase
Everything about you can be revealed by just one drink
There is so much more depth to you than what most think.
Whether you see your glass as always half empty or half full
You're always dreamful
And a handful
All at once
And it is beautiful.
Just like a glass of bourbon
Rich and sweet, but also realistic and raw
Everything all at once
You leave me in awe.