Tuesday, December 13, 2016

Young Love

I've felt young love
The ache in your heart when someone doesn't love you in return
The longing for them to smile at you
To grasp onto any part of you
To want them to stay longer
To lose sleep for them
To bend over backwards for them
To hope they say hi to you today
To hope to see them today
I've felt young love
How it feels like a summer breeze
The warm air flowing around you
How it wraps you up in a hug 
Young love was a night at the lake
Or sitting at the end of the dock
Young love was never a missed call
And a text every morning
Young love was my hand in yours
And the movie that we went to see
Young love was driving down a pitch black road
You never knew where you were going
But some how you found your way
Young love was an adventure
And we were the explorers 
I've felt young love
It never quite felt like us
We felt like an old love
The one that has been brewing for ages
A love that brought us to the end of the dock
And felt like a fire at the lake 
I've felt young love
It wasn't all it was cracked up to be
It was ruthless
It was short
It was painful
It wasn't love
I've felt infatuation 
And it felt like I was holding onto you
It looked like the sunglasses you lost at the bottom of the lake
And it smelled like the coffee you made in the mornings
I've felt infatuation
And all I saw was your face

Friday, December 9, 2016

The Book

It was my high school story.  I left it in the summer for them to read.  A book for them to look at.  Read.  And understand perhaps.  Life was not all about them.  Look closely at the simple girl.  The one who always said hi to you.  She was watching the whole time.  She noticed when your turned you back on others.  She helped up the ones you pushed over.  I wrote this book for them.  For me.  For her.  The one who walked around the halls and did not say a word.  She was lonely inside and I knew it.  I gave her a new name and a new life.  She went on trips and fell in love.  I gave her the boy of her dreams and he loved her for every moment of it.  I killed her.  I let her die.  Only in the book so she wouldn't in real life.  I let the life slip through her hands in the lines that I wrote.  I watched as she struggled with all the things I did.  Then it came to me.  This book wasn't for her or them.  This book was for me.  This was my story should I let it live.  So I killed the girl.  And I got to live.