-you always came first
-you always came first
Love wasn’t enough to save you.
This world exploded faster than a trigger,
my mind becoming paralyzed, desensitized,
attempting to wrap itself around the culprits of our demise.
You were only sixteen.
Sixteen candles illuminating a bright future that will never know
the sound of your voice or the love in your heart.
Sixteen brilliant ideas capable of changing the world,
that now lie lifeless on the ground,
destroyed before they saw the daybreak of a better tomorrow.
Sixteen nails hammering themselves through
broken hopes, dreams, and possibilities,
into a dark, hard place not invited by will.
Why does our world look like this?
Why instead of love we preach hate,
instead of building trust we build walls,
swallowing pills instead of mistakes,
digging graves instead of deeper into ourselves,
instead of loyalty we
Why are we so broken
and continue to stay broken
breaking our children over our own pride,
teaching them to break each other more every day
teaching them that words don’t matter,
actions don’t matter,
human life doesn’t matter.
Your ideas matter.
Your soul matters.
Your song matters,
and until we learn to sing together or we will stay singing hymns
that come too soon,
praying for the day love will save us too.
Trying to remember you is like trying to remember the feeling of snowflakes fall on my cheeks after living in the tropics for two years.
The last thing I remember is the feeling of my smile against your velvet pillowcases.
And then everything went up in flames.
I don’t know why I did it.
I am so sorry.
Why do these words pervase the human race?
Stop stringing words together like
you don’t really know the reason why
hurt people hurt people.
How can you claim love
when you still have one hand
deep in the pages of someone else’s book of poetry?
Love fast love hard they say,
but what about loving without fully closing our previous book?
We always forget how strong gusts of wind are
and you had loose pages you couldn’t hide anymore.
Uncomfortable growth is my wool sweater
that’s three sizes too small.
All I want to do is just rip it off.
The fight to success
tastes so much sweeter when
you add my sugar to
the tea and stir.
I just want to be called
beautiful when you think it.
Tell me the things you’ve
never told anyone else.
Help me forget where
I am kissing you.
Just be with me. Be with me here.
Breathe with me.
Explore the world with
my hand in yours
and don’t let go.
“Bad relationships change good people”
You know a love like this isn’t easy.
In fact it’s impossible,
but that’s what this is it’s two impossible people crashing and burning yet
welcoming the destruction of themselves with open arms.
They’ve never felt more alive,
more in touch with the world,
in touch with each other.
And even though all she wants to do is run the other direction,
she is swallowing her pride like she swallows fear,
she looks in the mirror and says this is who I am.
I am nowhere near perfection but I am trying and I will continue to try because
Instead of letting her flaws burn down the sunshine and smiles she will let him in.
You are right there beside me as we build this person I want to become, together.
Brick by brick, your hand interlocked with mine, together.
We are building myself together.