My Wish For You

I hope your life rolls satisfyingly

I hope your name never is a stranger to my mouth

I hope you can still look out at the world as true as you currently do.

The smile we share captures the purest element of friendship

people around you feel safe

relaxed

and hopeful

that they might one day give you what you have given so many

refuge.

Kindred Spirits where art tho?

I tire of the exhausting process of trusting people

Putting stock in what people promise.

Growing weary

like bending down to lace up my running shoes

standing up

only to realize that I am already spent.

From nights poring over the pages of books

from nights of endlessly typing out notes and papers

from nights with my phone glued to my right ear

the dials etching a grid-like design into my freckled cheek.

Trying to convinse people

who either know nothing of my past

or nothing of my heart,

to value me.

I wonder if this is the reason old people seem to shrink.

Because the weight

of making lasting friends

pushes down on them.

What more is there to do.

Realizing

The moment I noticed

that I missed you.

Was the same moment

we both had our lives in boxes

and the boxes in our arms

and our arms carrying those boxes

off to dorm rooms

I miss your smile

your golden happiness

the quiet way you could make each person feel cared for.

I miss teasing you

and knowing you

and having you know me.

I hunger for a comforting word

that means so much

when everything feels like it is falling apart

sometimes you thread a needle

and plunge it into my heart

stitching neatly

the holes

into wholeness.

You are an image of kindness and graceful poise

and you will always be valued highly

in this heart of mine.

Behind the Mirror

I am unfeeling

or at least the feelings have been left behind

in the image of myself

that I have pushed nonchalantly behind the cold silver.

The world is so cold

that I push the best of myself

behind a surface

so that it can numb itself to the cries of a needy world.

That way I can sit and eat my food, complain about the reading assignment I have yet to complete, and forget that there are children out there that need to simply be held.

My arms are empty.

And my cares have been pushed into the mirror.

How fitting- seeing as I live in an image based society.

I stand one hand touching that of my other half

and all I can think about is how I should try to be more beautiful.

Power Player

There they sit

on their shelves

so much higher than the rest of us.

Smiling down.

because of their pristine fragile condition

they have earned the top shelf.

By nothing but the glory of their making

not by the glory of giving.

Temptation

In the passion of a moment

everything feels so right

I steal myself into thinking

that the stars could be mine

But every time we break apart

I know that we should stop

and we do

but it leaves both of us wishing that we had not

Taking a step back

asking before an action

has kept us so safe

and innocence of a smile can make it all okay

Please keep ducking any temptation with me

be satisfied with just my kiss

if we wander past any lines

take my hand and walk back

away from bliss