Love is

Staying up late doing something you both love regardless of tomorrow still saying, “One more.”

Allowing her quiet time alone when she needs it even if you really want to be with her.

Copying down all the times she says, “I like this,” and waiting for a good time to give it to her.

Receiving gifts with gratitude letting her know you appreciate her trying even if you don’t like it.

Initiating massages, hugs, and kisses to remove all doubt and respecting her when she asks not to.

Finishing things neither of you like to do just so she doesn’t have to without expecting anything.

Ignoring the things that annoy you and things she does wrong and instead focusing on the good.

Complementing her daily whether or not you want to, it’s convenient, or she deserves it.

Enjoying the little things, sweet sayings, and memories because they are all that matters after all.

sig

First Love

Across the lab, I catch a shimmer

Of faded, purple-based red dyed hair

Scattered across soft cheeks and luscious lips

Then pulled back to avoid touching chemicals.

She’s one of the smart ones in the class

Way out of my league.

We could at least be friends, I think

I start to walk over, I’ll um…ask for a flask.

Her lab partner scoffs, “What do you want?”

“I uh…was wondering if you had an Erlenmeyer flask.

I can’t find mine,” is what I come up with.

“No, we’re using ours,” her lab partner rejects.

“Oh ok,” I resolve. Now what do I do?!

I ask a few other people so it looks like I actually needed it.

I reject them if they offer one.

After a few more, Good, they’ve forgotten about it.

Never again. You didn’t even stand a chance.

Just forget about her. But I couldn’t.

She didn’t even say anything. Was she just being nice?

Does she like me back? No, of course not.

Continue reading “First Love”

The boy with one inch boundaries

He owns the corner seat

Surrounded by friends.

He’s quite a social fellow as much as a high school boy can be.

His composure calm, cool, and connected to everyone around him.

He listens to them more than they’ve probably ever been listened to before.

They respond by making him popular, and he accepts this mantle willingly.

They all laugh now, but he quickly stifles.

He leaves on a good joke and walks out alone.

Continue reading “The boy with one inch boundaries”

The man with no tongue

The man with no tongue can’t scream as the one

Ignoble-man on horse gets away.

Descriptions are useless as no guard who chooses

To defy this royal will remain unslain.

 

The man with no tongue can still feel his lungs

As they heave and help him hum a song.

He scribbles the choruses, bars, lines, and lyrics—

His hands are so weak, but his heart is strong.

Continue reading “The man with no tongue”