She was a wild one.
And that's why
I loved her.
           She’d confuse me.
                     She’d enlighten me.
She brought me some of my happiest days,
       and
             Some of my saddest moments.
She was solace
She was chaos
                         She was wild.
And I dug my grave
                      trying to tame her.

I would never take back a single second
      spent with her.
I do not regret one moment
      within her hearts grasp
Some people fear the wild,
                 but I
                        embrace it.
                    For she was Wild.
             And I,
                       Crazy.


 

April. It really is a beautiful month. Possibly my favorite. Today-75%! To think! April is also National Poetry Month. That could be another reason why I love it so much. No wonder. I suppose they chose that for a reason. Spring signifies new beginnings and most of all beauty. Poetry shares that with April. You could be someone else aside from your writing. I just can't get over spring! I love it so much! Right now I am reading Anne of Avonlea. I adore it. Anne is a beautiful writer and yet a beautiful character. Avonlea is a dream. Especially in spring. You might think it is not enjoyable-Brooklyn springs. But the thing is spring is beautiful anywhere.
 

[unedited. also theres a cuss word yikes] 


I told myself I didn't have the right words for how I felt, and that I shouldn't try to quantify what I feel.
But the Feelings are pushing at my finger tips trying to escape, and the tears are at my eyes.

We were on my bed. dim lights on above. and I turned to her and 

She has this look on her face.

and I know she was tired.
and I know we haven't been together for long.
and I know she was a little under the weather.
and I know I shouldn't fall this easy.

But she was just. looking at me.
wide eyes.
pupils dialated.
mouth parted.

looking at me like.
like she loved me.

like I was beautiful with my tired eyes and messy hair.
like who I was, was more than enough for her.
like she was happy to be with me.
like there was no where else to be.
like there wasn't anything else on her mind.

Do 
you 
want 
to
know
who
the 
kindest
most
special
and 
beutifal
person 
in
the
world
is?
If you do read the second word
 

Someone to laugh and talk with.
I'm a wall, surrounding you from your inner horrors.

“Kevin, do your homework” Mom yells.

I swirled those foul tasting words in my mouth, they taste of rotten radishes and mustard.

i ask myself how it can be so hard
to stop loving someone you never truly knew.
then i remember your eyes that glistened like a copper penny,
your voice pouring like
r
 a
  i
   n

when you whispered lies as soft as the summer breeze.
nearly as though they were the truth.

but the word danced from your tongue
slicing the silence with a single syllable
slut
almost as though you had practiced.

and the hurried apology that tumbled from your lips,
same as always.

we shared secrets like trading cards

tears mingling in the gutters.
wilted promises, dried up truths.
you left the door ajar:

an invitation of sorts
but never for me.
so every time you forget to look back
i’m letting go finger by finger.
as if this time you’ll catch me.

losing you leaves scars

I've never been so proud of myself before!
Today, I
Had a good conversation with someone I don't normally talk to;
Made eight swishes and many more baskets in gym class;
And acted like myself around people other than my best friends!
I've never truly considered myself "athletic", but now,
I think I can fit that description.
I played basketball in gym, and did a really good job at it! Just ask Alaina and Paige.
Not only that, there were two guys kicking a ball around, and when it came my way, I kicked it PERFECTLY at one of them!
My best friend, Alaina, has never been more proud of me.
I had a really good conversation with someone I hope to be friends with one day;
I say this because I know that we would both love discussing politics.
We both have the same viewpoint politically;
And when I told him of something someone had said about something I strongly believed in (Yes, I stood my ground),