Building You A SandcastleThere's something about your smile.I want to wrap it up in a pretty little package and carry it with me wherever I go. That way whenever I want to feel happy I can open it up and see my treasure. I love your smile. I always have.If only you knew what you mean to me.I knew you before you knew me but even then I thought you were amazing. I cried so hard that night, years ago when I thought I lost you. I thought the world lost you. I care for you so much. I always have.I want to build you a sandcastle.I'll superglue each grain of sand together so no waves or rain can ever wash it away. It will be big enough for your unicorns and have a shark infested moat so no crazy bitches can get in! I want to protect you. I always have.And I will kiss you goodnight.I'll tuck you in your cozy little bed in the tallest tower of your castle. I'll tell you a story as you fall asleep and I will watch over you as you dream. And
Who Needs A HeartShe looked at me with tears in her eyes and said, “I can’t live without him.”All I could do was hold on to her and tell her, “I know.”It’s funny how we all define a broken heart. Someone we love, stops loving us and it feels like our world is going to end. We wallow, we cry, we rebel and sometimes we even hate. But then we get over it and move on because a broken heart doesn’t kill us really. We might come out of it all a bit damaged and unable to trust, but somehow we survive.You are different. With a truly broken heart you love like I’ve never known anyone to love before. When I think of you, I am embarrassed for ever feeling sorry for myself. When I think of you, I feel so full of pride to know you and to call you a friend. When I think of you, I hate the world for the way it devastates the best people. He looked at me with tears in his eyes and said, “It doesn’t loo
Never Knowing NormalMaybe once upon a time, in a land far away, flowers grew and the sun shined. Maybe then and there the innocent kids chased rainbows and thought they could touch the stars. Maybe mothers kissed their children's cheeks at night and fathers never fled before dawn. Maybe this imaginary world is real for some people.Broken and abandoned by 7 and molested and manipulated by 8, that is another story. And that, is how the cycle starts. It spins, and spins and spins and spins until you are too dizzy to know which way you are facing. You don't care which way you are facing anyway because it's hard enough to remember how to breathe.The walls close in and the people around you disappear, turning and walking away without looking back. You call out for help but the only answer is the echo of your voice in the empty room. Your echo sounds faint and helpless and it reflects exactly how you feel. Faint... and helpless. Even your screams are merely whispers here.You try to get up, you try t
UndercoverDark dense clouds hovering above my head assure imminent catastrophe.Icy raindrops saturate my skin, seep into my body and freeze my blood.Homicidal bloodcicles form inside my veins and travel towards my heart,but hate and fury burn white hot inside these otherwise empty chambers.And I am aware, yet unable to react to the war that rages inside my body.I can weigh myself down with worry, or pretend there's nothing wrong.To save from sadness the few who give a damn, or to drag them on this ride.And then there are those who will find entertainment in my destruction.Should I let them laugh it up, or selfishly keep the secret forbidding fun?I cannot think. I cannot decide. I cannot believe this is even happening.For now, I'll go undercover. That way I can pretend I'm smarter than this.
The Plastic BoxFluorescent lights glow above a clear plastic box.So many Wires, tubes, machinesA ventilator pumping oxygenAn IV, pumping meds,pumping blood, pumping foodFingerprints and tears smudge the side of the box.Latex gloves, masks, isolation gownsA sink and a sign "3 minute scrub in "A stash of skin burning soapAntimicrobial wipes and hand sanitizersThere's a monitor mounted on the wall above the box.Breathing rate, heart rate, oxygen levelAnd the levels go up and down, mostly downand it beeps, and it beeps, and it beepsAnd it flashes a red alarmA sign hangs on the wall above the desk by the box."Addison Riley, 640 grams, 11 inches"Stamped with two feet and two handsSmaller than hands or feet should beIt's surrounded by Doctor ordersSmall silver digital recorder lays inside the box.Sleeping Beauty, Snow White, CinderellaA desperate mothers voice, set on repeatThe words "Happily Ever After" bounceFrom plastic wall to plastic wall
Not Really AloneThere is something to love about the sweet simplicity of being alone.Nobody to please or be perfect for,or to have to share my pillows and popcorn with.The only lesson I have learned lately is that the lust from strangers,can not cure loneliness.But with you, I never feel lonely.And our playful words become secrets to me,that mean more than lies like “love” and “always” ever have.With you, the world stops and no other man exists.I don’t mind being by myself without you.Until it’s our time.I will wait.I’d wait a thousand birthdays just to hear your voice.