To YouTo the boy with the ocean in his eyes,
I don't know if you remember, but you saved me once
I was drowning, and so very tired, I couldn't keep my eyes open
but I didn't care if I fell asleep
I didn't care if I never woke up
I was sinking. I was falling, deeper and deeper
My heart was so heavy, and I didn't want to go on breathing
I didn't want to even try
I had given up, counted myself as lost
But you reached for me,
you pulled me out of the darkness
Do you remember now?
When you held me, and you whispered that I was going to be ok
You promised. You promised that everything would be ok and that you would never let me go
But you did
I won't say my heart is broken
Because it's not
It's just a little bit numb, a little bit cold, a little bit tired
of trying to love someone that refuses to be loved
Why won't you let me save you?
All my life, I've thought of myself as weak
But now I am strong enough to admit that I might be alone for awhile
And I'm ok with that
I will be good enough
Maybe this is LoveI. L o v e
A longing so deep that just the slightest touch of his fingertips could make her feel connected to something greater than herself.
She remembers the last time he was with her.
His arms wrapped around her, folding her into his chest. She loved feeling of being so close to his heartbeat, but she knew that when he finally let go, he would have to leave. He would kiss her goodbye and hours later he would be sitting on the plane, maybe feeling the same tugging in his heart that she did.
I love you, I love you. Please come back to me.
II. D i s t a n c e
The space between here and there is an entire ocean's length away, and some mornings she wakes up tired and exhausted after swimming through that ocean in her dreams.
She sits there in the middle of her bed, the light pouring in through her half-drawn curtains. She wears his jacket; it smells like him, though just barely. The scent has long since faded after the months he's been away. And y
The Calm and the Storm His eyes were clouded over skies casting shadows on her heart. And she was light, half sunrise and part sunset. He loved her like a storm. Like a dark cloud looming above her, threatening to break open and pour out everything inside him. His heart was made of thunder, beating louder and louder with each flicker of lighting reflecting in his eyes.
She wanted him, but not because he was like darkness, but because he was strong and moved through her like a sudden storm passing over the most beautiful blue sky. Sometimes he was like the wind, unpredictable and fierce, but still soft enough to catch the free strands of her hair and gently pull it through his fingers.
She was like the sun. Warm and bright, she shone through his darkness and bathed his life with light. She was stunning in the morning and brilliant in the evening. She showed him a world full of vivid colors, above the dull grays of heavy clouds. He loved her because she was the calm after his storm.
I Was, I Am, I Will BeI. I Was
20 years ago, I was born. My parents' first baby, a girl with red hair and a smile that made people go "aww she's so sweet", like they do with most babies.
I was beautiful, soft and warm and they called me Sierra.
Sierra like the jagged sharp mountains covered in snow;
beautiful, but cold and rough.
I was a contradiction from the beginning.
After some time, I spoke my first word,
I remember when my father was my daddy. When he picked me up in his strong arms and I would snuggle close because everything felt safe there. He called me princess. I was his baby girl always and forever.
My mother was my mommy and she was the prettiest person in the world. She tucked me into bed at night and read me stories. She put bows in my hair.
A year went by. On my first birthday I took my first few steps, and everyone was so proud of me. Everyone was so excited about everything I did. But as the years progressed, it got harder and harder to make them proud of me.
II. I Am
I am a girl w
I Plan On Living ForeverShe climbs up on the ledge of the bridge and stands there looking out over the water.
"Be careful." I warn.
Neither of us says anything for a long time. Her eyes catch the light of the sun, trapping the glow in their depths of green. I watch as strands of her hair come loose from her ponytail, the wind gently carries the pieces of hair in its currents.
"The sky is my favorite piece of art, ever. Just look at those colors." She smiles and spreads her arms as if trying to embrace the sky itself. She is so beautiful; I can't make my eyes look away.
"You know, I'm tired of people telling me to be careful." She says still staring off into the distance. "Why should I be careful? If I was careful, I wouldn't do half the things I do. I would be boring."
I chuckle. "I don't think it's possible for you to be boring."
"No," she says, "I would be…" She pauses to jump down from the ledge, now standing directly in front of me. I smile at how much taller I am than her; she has to bend her head back