Ask Me Why I Loved You

Ask me why I loved you

and I will say a million things;

the way you brushed your teeth

to the way you were angry.

Ask me why I loved you

and I’ll think of all the ways,

you made me fall in love

each and every single day.

Ask me why I loved you

and I won’t mention all the nights

we pushed and pulled each other’s character into plight.

Ask me how I loved you when you pushed your pain on me,

like I should carry it from place to place carefree.

Ask me why I stayed

and I’ll let you in again.

I’ve always had a weakness

for the boy you’ve always been.

Ask me why I loved you

and in that moment I will say,

I couldn’t have loved you more

than the moment I walked away.

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Her Make-Believe

Coral smiles

deep as sea

Eyes that grow

in worlds unseen.

Cacti roots and

butterfly wings

She’s most beloved

in her make-believe.

Days like These

Days like these

We worship.

We worship it,

Not for its perfection,

But for all the moments we wish we could have taken back.

For all the words we should have inhaled instead of spewed.

Days like these

We sit on our thrones alone

Because power comes at a mighty lonely price.

We practice our goodness but never quite get to genuine.

It’s days like these that remind us where we are.

Who has come before us

And how we will pave the way for the others.

Days that are long,
Hard,

And slow.

But worth every hustling minute.

We will remember the glory of these days

Not for its perfection

But for its purity.

Narcissus

I saw you crying once. 

Outside of the bedroom late at night.
We had washed up after a party and dragged in the same old, bitter fight. 

Who was I to you? Why couldn’t you show?

So here we are:
You on the livingroom floor.
Me, peering through a crack in the bedroom I wished wasn’t ours. A hallway of mirrors fall between us and we cannot reach each other through our own reflection.
We would only see ourselves.