Was I Too Lost To Rescue?

There is something about those damn blue eyes that I can't get over. "They're just blue." He tells me, but I see so much more. If I could count the times I've apologized, I'd hold the night sky in my hands, but even the stars boil down to nothing when it's too late to wish upon them. "I love you." I whisper, but it only hangs in the air, without ever reaching him.





My entire atmosphere stays that way, holding the words that won't ever reach more than ten feet. I won't deliver them because nothing has changed. I'm sitting here digging my grave and not sure why I keep pushing the shovel in the dirt.

I'm sorry, again.
I love you dearly.
Forget me.

She Could Have Burned A Hole In The Sky

I'm an open flame, sending sparks to the stars. I don't live at the campgrounds, but no one's calling the department because it's been raining for nearly a year. Pouring. Brilliant blues fade to warm yellows as cold bullets fall from the clouds. I was never meant to be this rebellious, without the boundaries of stones. Defining. The rain pours harder to confine, to control. Dampening the paths I begged so desperately to illuminate. The rain holds me back, reminding me to stay where it can reach so I don't burn anything too precious.

I think I'm beautiful, but honestly, I'm destructive. I only wish to breathe without turning something into dust. I'm tired of consuming things the way I have consumed myself, engulfed in flames. I'm self destructing and running out of fuel. Burning at both ends, but the rain is relentless.

I'll be ash and not even lightning will spark me. 

How To Wake Up

It's a day to day routine and although you forgot to eat breakfast this morning, you're just running through the motions.
Taking a new route to school is not the same as skipping it to go remember who you are.
And yes, education is important, but so is discovering your dreams.
You sigh at break of dawn because over the past year, you can't recall anything different.
The clock still ticks it's taunting seconds and there is still dust gathering on the mantle.
And all this time you don't feel the butterflies breaking free from the cocoons at your ribs.
Begging you to do something more.
So wake up.
Stop looking for the right brand of 2% milk so you can serve cereal at 6:47 (since you're always  running late.)
And listen to the whispers in the cracks of your heart, before it breaks.