You strap on the harness, and I try to relax.
You clap chalk onto your hands, and I close my eyes even tighter.
You gaze up at the wall, then your eyes slowly travel down wards as I become stone cold,
You’re mind is racing with wet thoughts,
thoughts your mother would cry at if only she knew.
You ring the bell at the top, and all you feel is glee
as you’ve conquered
The obstacles are easier for you now.
You gain more practice, and lose respect for that wonderful feeling of reaching to the top.
boys aren’t toys
a year ago,
i had the boy that i thought i could love.
but then he made me feel like living in the clouds above.
a few months ago,
i had the boy that I thought would bring me pleasure and joy.
but then he made me feel like toys aren’t so fun when they come in the form of a boy.
a couple weeks ago,
i began to waltz around with a face full of glee.
but then he saw me.
Shades of Red
When you first took notice of me, I was cherry.
My cheeks contained just the right amount of rose as I smiled at you for the first time.
When you first kissed me, I was ruby.
My heart pumped quicker and may have even became a shade brighter.
When you first made me feel special, I was scarlet.
I had never felt as important as I did in that short amount of time.
When you first made me feel bothersome, I became wine.
My feelings for you were a deep merlot color that I mistakenly took on.
When you first got angry with me, I had become salmon.
With each piercing word, my hue weakened.
When you first wanted me back, I was already sangria.
Flavorful as ever, delectable and untroubled.
I hope your heart is heavy.
I hope that it weighs you down and makes you slouch even more than you already do.
I hope your heart pounds when you hear my voice.
I hope you feel the sharp pang of regret that I often do whenever you see my name.
I hope your heart cries when you think of me and wavers when you reminisce on our memories.
I hope your heart feels empty,
And all alone.
Like it is the only organ in your entire body.
I hope that your heart begins to heal.
I hope that it fills up again with warm feelings.
I hope your heart remembers what it feels like to love.
I hope you ruined what we had to find out what your heart really needs.
Maybe you’ll find out it needed me all along.
I will already be resting my head on another heart as I listen to it’s steady beat
This is what my heart got broken for.
suck my toes
You suck for making me the saddest I have ever been.
You suck for making me cry until my tears run out.
You suck for giving me hope.
You suck for making me love you.
You suck for disintegrating in front of my eyes.
You suck for leaving me wondering what is wrong with me.
So, since you like to suck so much, here are my toes.
As a child, I hated sand.
I hated the way it stuck to my feet when I left the water.
The clumps of grain irritated my skin and made my heart beat a little faster than normal--and not in the exciting way.
Stepping into our minivan on the way home from the beach, I would avoid looking at the car floor.
I did not look down because the sight would suffocate me.
Sand gets into every crevice and compartment.
I remember the feeling being itchy.
It felt as though it would never come off.
Now, I love the feeling of sand.
The warmth he brings,
the way he covers my entire body with his.
The way he rubs lightly against my skin, in between my toes, behind my neck, down the small of my back.
Sand makes me smile until my cheeks hurt.
Sand brings memories of the waves.
Sand makes me feel at home.
I play in the sand, and let it spread over my legs.
I lie on top of him.
I grab him whenever I feel the urge to.
I do this because I can, and this liberating feeling is like nothing I have ever experienced before.
As a child, I was scared of the sand.
I would try to rub it off the best I could.
Sand was my nemesis, and I did what I could to avoid it.
But, how could anyone love the beach while hating the sand?
Now, I realize that loving the beach includes loving the sand.
I am infatuated with him.
He is there for me to relax on.
He spills through my fingers, and lingers in the wrinkles of my hands.
I can sleep soundly when I am laying with him.
He is therapeutic,
He calms me and makes me forget about the ugly in the world.
No wonder people can spend hours on the sand.
No wonder some of us can’t help but buy that little bottle of grain from the beach gift shop.
We are just trying to remember the experience,
Trying to remember the good times we had when we were together,
Trying to remember how I feel when I am with him even after we are apart.
You thought you loved me
It was your birthday when you told me you think you love me.
I asked you to tell me one more time that you loved me.
Just to make sure I heard you right.
When you told me that you think
You love me,
The first thing I thought of was
He is so damn drunk.
As you began to
I began to believe you a little bit more.
But you were drunk,
And that is why you were crying.
You have seen me cry more times than I am comfortable with.
If it were up to me, you would have never seen me cry.
I hate hearing you shush me as I hyperventilate into you shoulder.
I hate when you have to remind me to breathe whenever my sobs become too powerful.
If it were up to me, you would always see me
I couldn’t stop staring at you.
I had never seen anything,
Lived through anything as beautiful and as indescribable
as that moment
when you told me
You loved me.
I told you how beautiful you looked to me in that moment, too,
And you shook your head.
But I was in awe of the way you looked.
So innocent and sweet.
Like I had never seen you before.
In that very moment,
I felt important.
It was like everything I had been doing my whole life,
Lead me to that moment with you.
My eyes never lost sight of you as
I wiped your warm tears away.
My lips slightly parted in surprise when
You told me
you had not cried
In over 5 years.
I am still in shock
Or maybe I just don’t believe you
Because I keep having to remind myself of the night
You told me you think you love me.
I am sorry I didn’t tell you I loved you back.
I have never had a boy tell me they loved me.
I didn’t know boys were capable of love,
And I sure as fuck didn’t think
I was capable.
I do not know what love is.
I have never believed in it.