The things I whisper to the trees in Autumn:

I've always loved with my toes, 

my emotions so big they burst 
through my heart and settle down 
near the sand and secrets 
buried with the sunflower seeds
in the spring 

except sometimes 
I love with that spot, 
right between my shoulder blades 

where the sun touches down 
right before it ducks behind 
the clouds made of 
15 stanzas of words
that will never be spoken  

sometimes when I love 
it feels like a bird 
landed in the center in my 
body and flapped its wings 
before flying directly into a lake made 
of light and then breaking in half 

people don't tend to like 
when you love with your toes 

because then it feels like 
too much 

some don't have the toe 
capacity to hold the 
384 tons of feeling
that is crushing my heart 
at any given moment

I am sorry for those people, 
because loving with your 
toes lifts you right off the ground 

and throws you over every cliff you find 
and sometimes it hurts 
but it is also the closest I can 
ever get to flying 

and I don't regret a single 
breath I have ever took 
so long as my heart is 
exploding 

and nobody really knows me 
because I don't really know me 

and people are made out of clay 
and happy is only a jump away 
from sad 

and I am only a jump away from 
nothing at all 

but sometimes 
I dance in the rain 
while second guessing every step 

and thats okay 
because people are broken glass 
glued back together with bits of 
bronze and silver 

and I am not afraid 
of the cracks in my eyes 
because they make me 
human 
 

gaia_lenox

VT

YWP Alumni

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