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Proceed with caution Be aware Blue eyes feel kind Soft words fill empty spaces Love lives here? I should have recognized the storm clouds Cumulonimbus Thunderheads. He honestly didn’t even try to hide them. Building. Growing. Looming. The darker the sky became, The more I stared into his eyes. A blue window to a soft soul. A kind heart in a good man.          Who took and took and stole EVERYTHING that wasn’t bolted down. What could I possibly have to offer The next set of sky blue lies?

Suddenly, The late nights didn’t matter. The laughter and joy and intimacy We’re gone. Not faded. The fire burned it all away Before she even knew it’d been lit. All at once She was cleaning up old photographs And dusting off old memories. It had become time to put those away. She might be able to revisit them someday, But for now it was best to quiet them For a while. Instantly, He left. She had no sooner taken a breath Than watched him walk away. Vanish, really. The decision was made. The years were worthless. It was over now. She could move on.

If I had a choice, I would only remember you with me. Chuckling when I smile Because you can tell I’m fighting it. I want to remember the tranquil safety Before waking. There was a silent comfort over the room, Which was neither easy to accept, nor deny. You waited. You gave me time to want it too. There was enough space between us For me to explore first. You were not the boy I had always imagined. You are not the man of my dreams. But for once, Those dreams were quiet. You took away my ache, And it was lasting. My work, my mother, my fears were silent, Unless I simply grew deaf. I prefer the memory of Sweet cinnamon whisk

Stage 1 I'm anxious. My hands are shaking, and my heart is beating too fast, and I'm thinking too much, and I can barely even breathe. I can't think straight; I can't think at all. I'm excited and I'm scared, and more thrilled than I could ever imagine. I can hardly wait. Stage 2 I'm alive. More alive than I've ever been. I can literally feel every inch of my body. Every bone, every pore, every single hair follicle is bursting. The world is moving too fast and too slow all at once and I don't think I could stop it if I tried. Stage 3 I'm exhausted. In the midst of recovery, I am finding everything I've lost. I found my breath behi

You cannot simply keep me on retainer and use me as you please.

Sarah was a girl with too many dreams. she liked to say that she kept her heart in a little box to keep it from breaking. she liked to say that fragile things were never meant  to be broken. she liked to say that if you watch the stars long enough you can see the god's dancing. Jason was a boy with only one dream. he liked to wonder about the finer things life had to offer. he liked to wonder how long he could run before he ran out of time. he liked to wonder when his turn would come around. and then he met Sarah. Sarah  made his days a tangled mess of amazing. he tried to catch her wide and hopeful, golden eye. he left "i lo

cerulean because of how it sounds promise because of what it means and love. because of how it feels

Sometimes I just get lost in a song. I feel the music in my toes, and let it tingle up my legs. The lyrics climb up my spine and dance around my shoulders, and then they make their way all the way through my arms to my fingertips. The music drapes over me like a blanket and covers and fills all the holes and broken places I've come to know so well. And for three glorious minutes, my world is whole. And everything good and decent and wonderful is dropped in my lap. And my whole world is perfect. Sometimes I just get lost in a sunset. When the sky is gold and the clouds are pink, and my backyard looks like it could go on forever behind that

When I see her picture all I can think about is how unfair it is. All I can see are my mistakes highlighted in her hazel eyes, my failures tangled in her curly blonde hair. All I can hear is you. Laughing and telling me how silly I'm being. That the idea that you were ever out to get me is insane and I must be off balance because all you ever did was love me, but only as a friend, a sister. You were careful to include that last part. That way you could do anything and everything else to confuse me, but keep your boundaries. I told you once that I didn't understand. That you were all hot and cold and I wasn't ever sure where you were coming

Oh, the things you do that break my heart in the best way possible. The way I smile when you tell me I'm not good enough because we both know deep down I'm better than "good enough." The way I miss you so much when you aren't here. The way I remember you with such great fondness, and I can't imagine ever holding ill feelings towards you. The way your absence makes my heart hurt, and my anticipation of your return makes my soul ache, and somehow knowing you'll be in my arms soon makes that pain bearable. The way a slow, sad song sends an average girl into a downward spiral, but it brings the best and biggest smile to my face. The way you