Poetry

i’ve seen my friends in so much pain because of a relationship

so i don’t know how i could ever escape the heartbreak

the heartbreak of losing friends again

I like to think of them as souvenirs 

The spot on my back that the sun kissed so hard

It made a mark

They say that February is the month where the tan lines vanish

when you go to the emergency room
they ask you to rate your pain on a scale of one to ten 

i sit

eyes down

body tense

mind racing

the silence so loud it's deafening. 

my dad stands in front of me 

Just so you know, 

You are not a number, 

you are not a digit out of 10 

or a rating, 

you are not a GPA 

and you are not what you got on the SAT, 

Love is an open door?

All you need is love?

Love story?

I know that feeling

A bit differently

Not quite what the song was intended for

But I know of love

That opens doors

The love that is

It's funny.

It’s really funny.

This is not something that should be in control of the federal government.

And

It’s not. 

The sun sets. 

A stunning watercolor effect paints the sky beautiful warm colors. 

A last hurrah before disappearing over the horizon. 

Then, 

there is moonrise. 

And eating cherries in the morning, I think about Icarus 

Young, Golden, Brilliant Boy 

So overcome by the freedom 

So overcome by the ecstasy of it all 

The one person who gets me without trying

We share our secrets and fears

The family I never knew I needed

The love of my life because I know they'll never leave me

I am great and tall,

bushy and fast,

orange with swirls of yellow and white. 

I am a fox.

I run in the forest with my furry friends.

my tail bouncing,

I'm never letting go of you

it's too late

there's special love I've never felt

and I'm feeling it

secure in your arms

happy with your hand in mine and our faces pressed together