how to love.Haha, "hey you," she says to a green stormy skied boy that had his fingers bent around hers. "Hm?" She giggles and whisps her sun dried fingers up and down rows of his translucent skin. She feels him shift curiously as he lifts his marionette eyes onto her forest sunrise irises. And there they are again, opening each other up and flicking through page after page of emotions under a floating flower topped river. She can feel her heart disconnecting from her chest and wonders if he can feel it too. And her head melts when he goes quiet for a little and casually tells her how beautiful she is and always will be. And "oh my god," she keeps replaying in her thoughts, "I would follow you everywhere, anywhere you will go."More Like This
She gets up and walks away just to see if maybe he might do the same, but her hair whips her left cheek too quickly and she spins and twists around into his arms. His chest is so warm she can barely breathe and the presence of having another heart beat against her own body
Untitledi wish i could paint my eyes with the starsMore Like This
and cover my heart with the sky
I want to understand what life is.
not just being
December in NovemberIt will be a cold winter with your memories in my veins.More Like This
I can feel it, the moist stoney rock dust crystallizing my lips and leaving ice crystals in my drying leaf hair.
It all seemed to be so quick, everything died early this year.
Trees look down from their boney hips, cool sadness creaking in their limbs.
It reminds me of your face.
Your baby eyes and your innocent lips.
I enjoyed every second.I fell in love with an april boy.More Like This
His flowing creek eyes pulled me in their frothy current and tangled their salty pebbles in my hair.
His old warm heart took my paper sack one into his veins and deep through his body and carried me through stormy summer nights and cold, earthy days.
His grand canyon colored curls were the most beautiful:
they fell in hot sandy vines onto his beach stone skin and crashed in waves around his seaweed tangled brows.
He smelled like incense and sometimes weed but it seemed to be the only scent that got me,
it slowed my brain and glazed my pupils and spun me around in a hazy fog of love at our young age.
And I do admit that I enjoyed every second of it.