I fell, slowly at first. 
I was the snow at the top of the mountain that had been softly piling up and waiting for its moment to all come crashing down. 
I was the wood that smoked and turned until it finally caught, glowing brightly. 
I was the oak tree that was planted as a seed and grew for many years into a strong old oak tree, thriving. 
I was the rain slowly forming into raindrops and bringing the flood. 
But snow melts. 
And fire sizzles and burns out. 
Old trees that used to be beautiful shrivel and die. 
Even rain evaporates into thin air. 
Just like our love. 
Our love 
It was slow at first 
Until
The avalanche came and went 
And the wood burnt out 
The once beautiful tree died
And the rain evaporated. 
But I know 
The snow will pile up again
And the wood will catch flame. 
New seeds will be planted 
And it will rain again. 
So I have hope.

Your fingers spun with spider silk 
Perfectly, skin stretched, skeletal
Soft and shockingly cold
As are sun showers in May
​The silence that comes after drowning
And flowers pressed and placed
Waiting for the perfect moment
To be reminded of all you've forgotten

All those bittersweet wishes, whispered with no words at all

Trace your fingers across my sunburnt cheeks
My chapped lips, cracked and bleeding
My scattered freckles, the tears from my eyes
Tangle your fingers in the hair at the back of my neck
Tilt my face up to yours so I may finally meet your eyes
Warm greens and browns with a sunburst of gold
Filtered light, reaching out to touch the mossy forest floor below

With your blazing light, your silent power
Cool my face and the raging in my heart
For both are on fire for you
And only you can put those fires out

we always walk by the river,
our favorite spot. but this time
i had wanted to tell you something,

some revelation about you.
but it seems i’d lost it,
lost in the tumult of my mind.

i bend down to the cresting water
to see some other person,
to break the awkward silence.

maybe he could tell me
whatever yesterdays 
revelation was.

You know,

they say those who stare
into their own face in the water
only care for themselves.

i know,

but it is not my hair, 
nor smile, nor subtle complexion
to which my eyes are drawn.

it is you

bending over next to me 
eyes ablaze with the morning,
shining passion across your face.

your flowing locks of sunshine hair
billow like the deluge
from a waterfall of gold.

their ends grazing 
the glassy world to which

I’m in love with, you
I’m in love, with you
I’m in love with you
But i'm not in love with you
I’m not in love, with you
I'm in love with the people in love with you
But i'm not in love, with you
I'm in love with the people you love
I'm just not in love, with you
I'm in love with the way you love
But i'm not in love, with you
I'm in love with what you do
Because i'm not in love, with you
I am not in love with you
I love you