Tiny white diamonds fall from the sky

Sparkling

Laying down

forming blankets

Which coat the land and trees in beauty

Hanging silently

Footsteps squeak and crunch beneath you

As you disturb its surface

Leaving a trail wherever you go

That is when you know

You can grab a handful

Make it into a ball

And throw it at your friends

Or

If you are nicer

Grab a sled

And sail down the hillsides

An endless supply of fun

The wind can be brutal though

cold

like standing in a freezer with an air conditioner on full blast as you taste below zero (Fahrenheit)

And when you come inside

Fingers and toes tingling and numb

Cheeks and nose kissed with blush

You will learn

Cold has a distinct smell

Which is sort of sweet

she has slain

every dragon

and monster

and man

that has lived

within my heart.

she has held me,

when darkness

ate away at my intestines,

whispering reminders

of why I should be

alive.

she has

screamed profanities

at any boy

who dared

to hurt me.

unspecific? she is more than just that.

she is the sun

and I am the moon,

I am the night sky

and she is the stars,

she is mine

and I am hers.

Lost in the illusion of you

Disorientating me with touch

Loosing ground within myself

Your voice haunting

As its echoes surround me

Like being swallowed by the sea

A fairytale with no ending

Tumbling deeper into you

Unable to escape

Even if I wanted to

But I don't

So let me stay

Lost

Forever

Beside you

the curtains are now open

but the stage is empty

light could never penetrate

the shroud you maintain

we are taking in this

vacant space

edges are unclear and none can say

where the real world ends

"we are actors

we are the opposite of people"

there is a microphone

amplifying the silence

there is a crowd

blocking the entrance

I've never seen such quiet

as when her heart

flew down from the ceiling

broken in her own expectation

of the separation of herself

drawbridges are difficult to build

and the easy ones

are hot to burn

"for all the world's compasses there is only one direction"

down

the simple sort

all I need is for you to fondle

my undone buttons

trace constellations

between my scars

breathe heavy

tuck my hair back

count my flaws

erase them all

I don't need adoration

or roses and proclamations

reach for my hand

scribble a note

feel my spine

kiss me

kiss me again

I don't need heavy words

I just need the simplicity of

your palm and my cheek

show me you are weak

but only with me

let me trust you not to

drop the case containing me

when the walls are flames

and the floor is fire

First there was nothing. Then something happened. Something eventually transformed into a star, and the star soon gave birth to a planet. This planet - originally lacking water and air - eventually gave birth to cells, becoming plants, becoming fish, becoming lizards, becoming rodents, becoming apes, becoming humans, becoming angels.

i. I think she lost herself

in the Pacific Ocean,

while on the path between

finding him

and finding happiness.

ii. I think she liked

the way his fingers traced

her hips

and her lips,

making her feel like

a work of art,

beautiful.

iii. I think she threw up

her heart after sobbing for hours,

maybe days,

maybe weeks,

and I wasn't sure whether to

shove it back down her throat,

or hide it away.

(I shoved it back down her throat)

iv. I think she found herself

in the Pacific Ocean,

while on the path between

finding peace

and finding acceptance.

You pick and poke and care not where your sword lands

Accuse me of not being enough, not praising enough, not doing what you thought I should

But if being walked on is your idea of loving me then I sure as hell would rather take the "heartbreak"

Love

Just a four lettered hollow word you use to patch up my "flaws"

To make me think you truly care for me, think I'm beautiful, or strong

When you walked away I felt the final sting of heartbreak

You turned your back on me, on us, and everything we created

You leave holes too large for anything to fill and I fear I'll consist of nothing but fading aspirations if I chase after you

So I ache, and wait, for the next to come along and pray he doesn't do the same.