Summer

She sits elegantly on the concrete staircase, in a ruffled dress and summer hat. The trees and grass move gently in the breeze. She hears birds chirping and watches them flutter around the bird feeder, sees a fluffy-tailed squirrel dash across the lawn. The sounds of summer surround her, and she leans backwards to let the warm rays of sunshine caress her pale face. She falls backwards and realizes hazily that she's still in bed.

You don't know

You don't know
that the first time
I saw you
I felt a strange
connection.

We didn't meet
officially
for years after,
but you've always
been special to me.

You don't know
that when I look at you
I imagine forever;
that being happy comes
so easily with you.

Your arms wrapped
around my shoulders
is like coming home.
A serene calm relaxation
that is you and me.

You don't know
how surreal this
is to me
you're not just mine
you're also me.

and you'll find the broken bones

of ashtray heroes

within your lover's heart

I want to lie with you in bed until sunrise;

Taste your lips full and red like an apple;

Make up stories where we pretend

that you're not leaving tomorrow

that this is real

that I'm not pretending.

We can imagine

that the flowers don't wilt in the winter;

tears don't freeze on my cheeks.

and happily ever after isn't a fairy-tale

made up by demons

to keep us dreaming.

You stole your way into my life.

You arrived unexpectedly,
from nowhere.
You stole your way into my life,
became a part of me.

And I fell in love with you in a way that I've never loved before.

You became my everything so quickly,
made me completed,
wanted,
a part of something bigger than just you or me.

But just as unexpectedly as you had forced your way into my life,
You found your way out of it.
You pushed me away.
Told me I wasn't wanted here–
not anymore.

You left me reeling for a piece of myself that I hadn't known was missing,
until...
you stole your way into my life.

Without you, I'd feel empty and alone
but with you, is it any different?

I just want to hold your hand, and drink fruity things while we sit on the sofa watching television. Snuggle into you as I go to sleep at night. Make you breakfast in bed and cupcakes on your birthday, and the days when I feel like it in between. Wake up to your face on my pillow, eyes scrunched shut against the morning sun. Hear you moan your protest at going outside, or shopping, or to visit my parents. I want to dress up to go out and never leave the house because we end up back in bed. Can't help but kiss you every time I see your face, and hold your hand up to my heart.