TGIBA

You are the Sun, shining golden in the late summer sky ablaze with strength and abundant warmth cloaked in your humble majesty I am the Moon, cold and calloused, dressed in rags of a once beautiful dress when you slink past the horizon into the oblivion of your peaceful slumber I rise, pale and wide eyed to watch you dream For you sleep as one unperturbed by the world and chaos clothed incognito around you Sometimes I catch you, between the border of reality and dreams just before you slip into the sea And your golden rays pierce my raw heart with a heat of such intensity So close, i whisper in the dark shadowed in a nocturnal winter f

You say my name, and make it sound so beautiful, Your summer sky blue eyes sparkle and glimmer when your mouth curves up in your sweetly lopsided smile. Your hand swallows mine and I feel so delicate when I'm around you, in comparison to your strength. You hold me close, like we're the only two people in the room, and my body fits perfectly with the curve of yours. Your touch makes me shiver. And I yearn to kiss you when we have to say goodbye. But I'm too little, too late to tell you how I really feel... Because you're my best friend. And she loves you.

Do you remember the first time we kissed in the school hallway? It was on the fourth floor, after school, in the hallway by Robovsky's room; the teacher whose class brought us together. We were under the archway of the non-existant doors that were once there, my arms over your shoulders, yours around my waist. I had wanted to talk to you. Kyann, my walking buddy, went down to the girls bathroom, twenty paces from where we were, to give us privacy to talk. I told you, surrounded by the marble halls, that you had upset me the day before. I remember, I was struggling to get the words out; I didn't want to upset you by seeming clingy. You stood t

They say, my family is perfect. A unit of three, in a suburban household. What they don't see, are the fractures on the wall. Forged by the silence between us.

Have you ever kept a secret from someone you love? The hate builds up inside you until It bursts out and you spew Words from your mouth That should never have been said To begin with. That's what it is like, To be me.

Can't you see that I'm crying? See that I'm screaming,                                      and trying- So desperately to catch your attention? Can't you hear my heart beating? See the stitches that bind the pieces-                                                          but don't stop the bleeding? Hushed memories swell behind salty liquid eyes. Can't you see that I'm dying? Each second the pain surges with each stab of the lying- Because my mask is all I have to keep my legs from yielding to the pain of the past.

I'm an expert at twisting words, Converting spoken lyrics to a tune unsung, save for between the lines of the heart. Deciphering the sentences dissecting each word to expose a darker meaning than implied. Why? I suppose, It's because I've never been worthy of praise.