And so it is.

Her smile was sweet. To say I noticed her more than once would be an understatement. Today was different. She was showing all of her emotions in the corners of her mouth. Usually when I passed her having her late afternoon cigarette break her mouth was turned up. Her lips were usually bright pink. Like the color of her cheeks on the unusually cold days. She always looked as if she was trying to hide her beauty. It was as if she knew how uncomfortable it made people.
It was strange. She was not conventionally beautiful by any means. Her mouth was larger than most. Almost as if she had more teeth than she should. she had an intense brow bone with the smallest eyes. She was disproportionate in a lot of ways but everything about her was beautiful. She had this glow. People were drawn to her. Even on the days that I walked home on the opposite side of the street people would double take.
Today her lips were dark. Her skin was translucent but with freckles of red instead of the usual Gold. I couldn't help but walk towards her. I couldn't help but walk directly towards her.
Then He walked out the door. Another familiar man. Her cheeks flushed to the usual pink and she immediately perked up. Following behind was another woman who seamed to drain the color right back out. The situation to a normal person would not have appeared to be unusual in the slightest. I will say only this. I am observant. The color she had before turned into a completely different light. She lost her complexity in that very moment. Two people drained all of her radiance and I witnessed it.
As they walked away, she looked directly into my eyes.
"Would you like a cigarette?"

follow

Smoke escapes you lips.
Between the spaces
Its falling from my finger tips.
The gesture of casual passing.Its holds more truth than eyes can bare.

It frosts eyelids.
Cruel tongue lies motionless.
Between teeth the pain rises to an uncomfortable height.
Shaking knees.
They bend, they squeeze.

beyond this point.
There is only the wind to follow.
Let it lead to me.

on a rainy day

What are you doing up there, in that tree?
Excuse me miss. I did not realize I was in a tree. Now run along.
Well that is very rude of you sir. I was simply concerned. Can't you feel the raindrops? If you stay up in that tree with no jacket you will surely catch a chill that will knock you to the ground and keep you there with a chill for a long while.
Where is your umbrella young lady? You seem so concerned with my well being that you have lost concern for your own. I assume you are always this meddling. Starved for attention are we?
Just concerned. Wit a hat, jacket, scarf and gloves an umbrella is more a luxury than a necessity. I will be on my way now sir. Enjoy the view from above, it doesn't last forever you know.

questions

I have been avoiding having these feelings.
They complicate my steps.
Living in the world
Always sunny side up.

Make it sound sweet like honey.
So then Ill catch your ear.
I've loved enough for dozens
of sheep to leave the heard.
Please hear the love beneath my words.

All I want Is you to want
the same love that I do.
The aching in my bones.
The catching of my tongue.
All that you desire.
All you'll ever desire.

Our time is of the essence.
Regarles of the boundaries.
The sun ends all of our days.
Stop and Let us live.

101

It is funny. Continuously we throw our emotions all over the internet world. Weather it be a very detailed account of the most horrible night of your week. Maybe little passive aggressive comments here and there. Only a select few know whats eating you.
Yet it is all over the cyber world for all 200 of your closest internet friends to see. So willing to tell everyone your story. The feeling of seclusion still hangs around in your minds closet. All we really want is to be noticed. Even in the smartphone generation we want to act like cave men.
YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY NO ONE CAN HAVE A CONVERSATION ANYMORE. I feel like the answer is pretty obvious. So willing to say everything yet when it comes down to it, we can barely speak up for our actions. When hurtful things are said. We sit still. Like sadness is a thing we have never known. These years of technology haven't taught us anything. Especially about feelings. Emotion is so invasive now. When it starts to hurt even a little we tune it out. In a world of distractions we have now become the distracted.

try it.

I made it so easy for you.
Swept myself off of my own feet.
Did the hard work so you wouldn't have to.
Now its time to roll up your sleeves.
Dive deep and think like me.
Walk around with me in your head.

Is it just me?

Or do you kind of, sort of secretly hate me. Maybe hate is a strong word. To put it simply you dislike me more often than you like me.
Understandable. To say I am a diamond in the rough is an understatement. More rough than shiney. Hopefully the price of your sanity is worth the work.