love does't forgive time.

Rain on a tin roof, hearing the sound of it resonate loudly as each drop pounds away at the unforgiving metal. This is how watching love that isn't yours be given freely to another. Your heart tears slowly, unforgivingly each time you see it, hear it. Each time you hear the words that are meant to comfort though you know its just filler to ease the void. Just empty noise to fill the unyielding gap of time that isn't closing. You want to make wishes on stars, but so many stars have fallen out of the sky that you just can't do it again because it is already hurting. Cinderellas shoe, I fear, will remain forever lost.

He says

I love you he says, but shh don't tell. I need you he says, but only for now. I think about you he says, but only when lonely. You're amazing he says, when his life isn't perfect. You're everything I ever wanted he says, until I realize I have it.

Love

Fairytales and happy endings, seems a far away land for a girl who stands in the corner all day. The girl who waits patiently to be remembered like the family dog who has been home alone all day. Kisses on foreheads and hugs from behind seem desperately far away and the thought of it being for someone else makes it most unbearable. All the girl wants is to be loved. Loved in a way that she will no longer ever question if its really for her. A love that isn't hidden, isn't sad. A love that beautiful and kind. A love that isn't perfect, but real. For perfection doesn't exist, it is merely the question of perfect for her. For the girl just needs to be wanted, to be needed in a way that remains true. Love isn't the end, it is the beginning. Love , says the girl, is the way home.

Here I am. Once again, dirty little secret. Waiting in the corner for my turn. Will it be today? Tomorrow? What is it that I have to do to make me special enough? What have I done to deserve to sit on the sidelines?

Amazing

Simple. Effortless. Frightening. Maddening, passionate. As it should be and more. A puzzle where pieces are waiting to be put together.

Can you hear it? It's called silence. Silence can be the loudest noise in the world. It can make you want to scream out loud. Silence is like a hurricane whipping through your soul before the windows of your mind were able to borded up.

Shooting stars

shooting stars. Who was the first person to wish on a wishing star? Did it come true as to start this world known trend? As children, we close our eyes tightly and think so hard about our wishes. New bike, Legos, candy, and friends. Our wishes track farther from whimsy and ever so closer to needs versus wants as we grow older.. Some of us still Close our eyes tightly, hoping that when we open them a softer, more poetic scene will play out. Some of us just look at the moonlight water, bathing in the beauty of nature, watching the star fall out of view reminding us how fragile all of life is. Hoping that the day ahead is less cruel then the one before.