i couldn't quite decide what to do with you.
and it irritated me. the indecisiveness, you know?
i always hated anything that made me indecisive,
like you did.
so i cut you out of the picture. my picture.
i noticed as i planted you there, that it didn't take long.
passers by were amazed by the unusually large amounts of blood.
and i have to admit that, really,
it was pretty much everywhere,
by the time i was done.
i taped you back together from a thousand tiny up pieces
fixed up your glass bones and paper skin
and watched you curl back into my arms.
your long blonde hair fell through my fingers,
through the cracks in the bricks
of the wall i had built for so long.
there was something or nothing
in the mixing of our pupils but
your iris were always so small,
and mine were just slightly larger.
we both had to admit
the tension was
blue and yellow.i feel like i've said all there is to say to anyone except you.
it's like you've literally taken all of my words
and put them in a box under a lock and key
that only exists in your hands.
you're new to this but that's okay -
- don't second guess yourself because of others' words.
look inside and find the reason that shows why you are beautiful.
the reason that tells the world why you are special to it.
you shouldn't doubt the way you're changing.
nothing's wrong with different, now is the time to be unique.
it woud be doltish to fit in when you want to stick out.
be resplendent when you walk down that street.
don't let your fear wear your face like a mask.
let your happiness fly around you like a butterfly in the early spring.
this is the time to be appreciative, to not be scared of open doors.
don't you dare to close those doors.
take a risk, make a change, reach out into the darkness.
remember that it's never too late to make goals.
never too late to start something new.
remember that it's never too late to try.
always look back on the memories. but always look ahead to the future.
cherish what you have
fantasies.i want to sing to them while we're laying in bed,
and they'll sing along with me, while we cuddle up, keep warm,
and the only other sound besides our voices will be the rain hitting the window.
i want to build a fort and sit inside it with them
eating popcorn and chocolate chips and marshmallows
and we can tell stories to eachother
or talk about old memories,
getting to know eachother all over again.
i want to walk through a beaten path on the woods,
holding their hand. we don't have to walk,
we can just listen to the sound of nature,
letting the breeze flow over us,
i want to wake up warm.
their hair tickling my face, our arms tangled together.
i want to open my eyes and see their sleeping face.
their expression calm, their breathing steady.
i want to invite them over.
make them a candle-lit dinner,
serving them their favorite foods and
when we're done i'll clean the table.
i'll come back and play with their hair,
kiss their forehead, their nose,
and tell them i think
small and fragile and mine.dear leaves,
the first thing i do when i get home
is peer into your cage
to make sure i see that little heart of yours
it's gotten more violent lately.
when i found your brother that day,
i almost screamed.
when i found your sister,
i was less in shock,
because we all knew she was sick,
but i was still speechless.
the blood smears were
and i couldn't seem to
believe it happened
so close to
and i couldn't
would do that to herself,
even though she'd been doing it
for a while now.
i know one day i'll wake up and
your body will be still.
you bite my fingertips but
i know now
it's not out of hate.
i love you.