Magic in the StarsI tried to write a poem about the stars,Magic in the Stars4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
or music, or even trees,
but all that came out were visions of you.
So I guess I'll just confess that
your face splatters across my mind in pieces,
because they don't all come together until
your fingers touch my lips.
I don't think I'm crazy,
but you are singing every song on the radio
and you are whispering in my ear
while you stare at me in the mirror.
You must be magic to be everywhere.
The kind of magic that
makes trees reach up for celestial beings
while we curl up between their gentle roots.
I've always wished on stars,
but I now have a reason to change my wish.
We're still too young to understand forever,
and I know the lights will dim for a while.
(I know of plenty of sad songs to keep me breathing.)
But you know where my star lives
so come back to me when you're ready
to tell me that I can stop wishing.
it doesn't matter what I try to write about,
because you are embedded
in every image
in every sound
in every word.
We're not beautifulWe're not beautiful4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The color red reminds me of two summers ago when this whole story finally began.
You would stand outside my house and wait for me to notice you existed.
You made me cry because you took the time to listen when I didn't want you to see.
you wrote my name. You spoke my name.
Those were the days I believed I was magic.
Street lights remind me of times I was scared to death, running away from my house
at 3 am for a boy I wasn't sure was worth the risk.
You were afraid too, but I needed you to be stronger.
I followed behind you down the street as you played your guitar to sleeping houses
and a foolish girl.
Scattered rocks remind me of the time I threw them at your window, cause I knew you were inside with her.
I screamed at the top of my lungs that I hated you both and then drove away.
Those were the days I knew I cared.
The dirt under my fingernails reminds me of the night you drew a heart in the ground
and you assumed I knew it was for me.
I remember those notes, one a day for
I started to think about youa.I started to think about you5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't think it's the loneliness
that gets me in the end.
Well I can play my own songs now
and you can listen to what I choose to strum.
Maybe you'll miss me for a moment
cause my voice once might have made you cry,
but you know we have plenty to keep us busy.
I'd be lying if I said that
you've disappeared after all this time,
because every boy I meet
turns into a beautiful monster
trying to ensnare me in his words.
Stay under my bed, cause I won't invite you in.
I'm stronger than anyone I know
(but I wish I didn't have to be) and
(I wish I didn't have to start over) and
(I wish I didn't hate everyone before I said hello) and
(I wish) ah, wishing never did me any good anyway.
I have discovered that it's a big world
and I was living in a dark cave.
I'm taking the exit,
and I am bathing in the light
and it hurts it hurts to drag myself
into this lonely landscape.
But god if I can make it up here
I need not worry about emptiness.
I don't think it's the l