how could you be anything but beautiful?

last i checked,
you had two eyes,
you had two ears.
last i checked,
they worked.
you can see as well,
hear as well as
the next guy.

but you're so dumb
and you're so blind.
how do you miss
what's right there
in front of you?

so bright,
so clear,
so beautiful.
but you're so tied up
looking down your nose.

selfish prick,
you're missing it.
you're missing him.

you're missing how he laughs,
how he moves, how he breathes.
you're missing what he thinks,
what he does, what he sees.

you only fucking care
when you get to
make yourself look good
or when you're
trying to show me up.

you can't show me up.
i got this shit.
figure it out
your goddamn self.
and quick.
because he
deserves
better.

haiku

when he held out his
arms the world wrapped around me
and he held me tight

i was never a quiet girl

another day trips by,
the hours pass to quick,
but the days linger.
a secret to keep,
a shared smile, a smirk.

how much of my life
has been lived in silence?

i'm not a quiet girl,
but i will be
when i have to be.
and i have always
had to be.

one day, my life
will be lived out loud
and i wont have to
tiptoe around.
the lines on the page
will be articulate,
voiced but in action
and not in hiding.

i'll be me and
finally
somebody
somewhere
wont mind.

love vs a tree

how could i ever
create a tree
that could begin to show
what you mean to me?

the strength of this could not be measured
by thick lines of brown and grey.
the branches, endless,
spreading out beyond the page.
the leaves as soft as your touch.
and the wind, the passion in your kiss.

how can the longing
be portrayed in curled limbs and knots?
devotion in roots?
adoration in it's
infinite reach?

but this is tangible, dimensional
it grows up and out and in and deep.
couldn't be contained within
lines on a page or even
within the branches of a tree.

a seed falls on a piece of land,
unnoticed and quiet
but it grows, beautiful and limitless.
and that is what i want for you and i.

[sometimes the wind blows
and trees fall and that's
okay because something
always grows in their place.]