bleed till your bones are dry.

I used to live where children would run free. 

They would dance to the tree's music 

and laugh as big as the world. 

You would see flowers taller than thee, 

grass here never got mowed. 

And the stars, later than midnight, 

They would glow an amethyst purple. 

Rocks stacked while the river flows. 

tree souls.

Pine cone eyes and a rusty heart- 

she pours her heart out for you on a Sunday morning. 

Her roots deep in the ground, no moving.

white love.

The chirp of the bird woke me from my sleep.

I can still smell you all around.  Like falling in love again,

Like getting lost in the deep woods.

          5689.

Where the children play, the old man hays and his dog has three legs.

                Here the river flows upstream and the grass grows longer between our toes.

                                Don’t be fooled by Mr. Y the farmer, he has more horses than you think.

beautiful

And I'm cruel to be kind

Don't like it but you let me down

But you let me down

You're not on my mind

Don't like it but you let go

'Cause you'll never know

my love grows every day.

Sir with the long hair, I think I’ve fallen in love with you and the lady with her cat that sits in her window as I walk by every 6 am morning. I’m in love with the nice, young lady that bags my groceries for me and sings. She sings to me, the most beautiful melody. I think I’m in love with all the yellow flowers that grow, even the ones with roots too shallow, I love you too. A man from New York, holds part of my right side heart love. I’m in love with my mother, her beauty amazes me every day and her courage has given me life. I think I’m in love with the little bugs that float on the water’s surface, sometimes they can look ugly, but I know I have love for them all. The front door to my grandma’s house, I’m in love with that as well. The way the frame hugs the door, the color reminds me of rusty rain and I love that. The boy whom I share a bed with and a life with, I know I'm in  love with him, oh so dearly. With his belly laughs and his forest green eyes, I love every bit of you, I could die. The food I eat, I know I love that. I cannot live without water, I need water like I need knowledge to stick to my inside brain. I’m in love with music, I can feel it, I can taste it, I can play it, I love music with my whole soul.  Every note feels different in between my fingers and toes. The love I have for my sister and brother grows out of this world. Every day I find something new to love about them both. From their eyes to their golden heart souls, I love them both dearly. I find myself falling in love with everything and everybody around me. Every day my love grows and grows and grows. I am allowed to fall in love with whomever I choose.  The fact that I can still feel, is such a beautiful thing.

how were we there at the same time?

And sometimes I wonder what you look like now and how you wear your hair.

Sometimes I wonder if you grew taller or if you still wore consignment shop clothes.

And all of a sudden, there you were, just right in front of my human eyes.

I didn’t think about you for years now and then you just reappear?

How should I feel? What should I do? The thoughts in my mind are frozen in time.

Right now I feel like crying, I can see your soul and mine dancing above all things.

I feel the tears fill up my eyes, it’s almost rolling down my throat kind of cry.

I don’t know if this is ok or normal, why do my eyes want to shut forever now?

Should I have said hello to you and your friends at the market, full of laughs and sunshine?

While I stand in the never ending grilled cheese line, between my love and my mother?

What was supposed to happen? Why were we in the same room at the same time?

There are millions of other humans and on this one very day your there.

I didn’t know if I should get up and dance or run and hide in my turtle shell.

All I wanted to do was stare at you, like the first time we ran in the rain with our clothes on before dusk. Like the time we made love on the railroad tracks and didn’t remember a thing.

Or the time we made a fort in your living room and hung out there all day.

Nothing in the World mattered besides you and I and our music.

Why can’t we go back in time and figure out what was so rusty? Was in my lips?

Was it my attitude? Why am I feeling this way today? Now all I want to do is cry.

The lemon drop tears will roll off of my face until the next time we meet sir.

There is still a door in my heart that is half open for you to come in and pour your love out.

I need something about you still and I can’t quite put my finger on it, all I know is something was there.