The Fault in Store Bought Flowers

People don't pay much money or attention to wildflowers like they should.




Instead they like the ones who're genetically modified and created for perfection.




Wildflowers are created amongst the weeds. They grow with no outside help.  And you find them in the most spontaneous moments.




You belong amongst the wild flowers, honey.




I could pick you out in the meadow and the surrounding mountains would close in on us and we could linger a little longer.




No one should have to buy one of god's creation. I like the flowers that are free.




I like the ones that don't know they are beautiful so I can tell them again and again how much they are to me.




I like the wildflowers that see me like I see them.




But I guess when you're pretty, boy's pay more attention.

love and airplanes

Love is like riding on an airplane.


It either takes you to hell or happiness ,but nevertheless it takes you somewhere.


 Love takes you to the airport and makes you fly away. Fly away so that you have no foundation anymore just a thin guard.


 Love takes off and makes your stomach fuzzy. Love then gets you high; higher and higher till you're next to the stars. Then you stay there. You stay there for what feels like forever.


 Love then wears head phones and listens only to what it wants to.


 Love pays extra for the Pepsi soda even though love prefers coke. Love starts its decline towards reality.


 Love lands and realizes either they are in hell or happiness.


Then, Love stays there.

Hearty Breakfast

We never said it.
It wasn't necessary.




It was like we lived out a cheesy love poem for a while.




12 AM eye contests over cereal
Guitar lullabies in caves feat. me on tambourine
Big blue eyes and little forehead kisses
Mixing up our sweaty fingers for a night
Sandwich sharing and rock skipping
Cute walks where we agreed about cars




I told you I didn't even really like cars, I just thought they were meant to get you from one place to the next like who cares what it looks like or how much it costs.




Our love was like a car.




It got me to where I needed to go for a little while and then, it broke down.


I pushed it to the side of the road and you didn't even notice.

Future Love Life:

We could have 6 kids.
They would have cute names and they would love each other.
I would make the bed and dinner everyday.
We could dance in the kitchen to a mix tape we gave each other when we just teenagers.
I could cry some nights and you would still love me.
I would listen to you. You could tell me about your work day.
We could take the kids camping for the weekend and teach them how to work.
We could travel.
I could share all my secrets with you.
You could kiss me just because.
We could make so many memories together.
We could only be lonely when we were apart.
We could pray together.
I would show you God like you've never imagined before.
I could love you forever.
We could watch the moon and stars after the kids all went to bed.
We would probably have competitive family card games.
You could show the kids how to draw.
I could show you love.

forever eyes

I can't look at you in the eyes because I'm scared I will never look away.

My mind was so simple under the stars with you. I never wanted to leave though I still couldn't look.
I saw your eyes when I wished on that shooting star.

You have one of those faces that I could admire for an hour at least. Maybe during a movie and I would see anything you wanted to because to be next to you was more than enough.

I wish it was as simple as everyone makes it seem. But I'm known to overthink it all.

You talk about yourself in the least conceded way possible and it amazes me. I could listen to you for hours on end. I know you would like that. I know you would like me.

Not Even Me.

My Mom is the only one that understands me and she thinks I'm depressed.

My best friend asks me everyday what's wrong. She thinks I'm just stressed.

Well I guess I'm stressed. I buy myself stress relief lotion and share it with my mom. Mostly she needs it because of me lately.

I don't give her stress the same way most people give their parents stress.

I wish my best friend would understand the reason I'm "stressed" to her is because of her.

I wish the world would understand me better than they do.

My mom and I cried together last Sunday. She's the only one who understands.

My dad thought material items would lighten the mood. He offered to buy me the world.

I didn't want that though. Money can't buy everything.

No one understands. Not even me.

Color Me

My problem is not that someone took away my crayons. Its that society made crayons unacceptable. I still have my crayons, but only in my pink bedroom.




I used to color pictures of myself yellow hair, perfect pink lips, and big blue eyes. The sun in the corner of the page would shine. The flowers around me would always take longer to draw than my face would.




Last year I would stand on the painted states at my old elementary school. Distance didn't seem to bug me then but that was only because God was with us both. I carried my crayons with me.




I've never been good at being friends but I got a million pages in my book we can color on.




Crayons refuge my lack of love and compliment my ability to love. But I've always known how to be alone.



I color my life in the mornings. Gray, gray, gray, black. But the day I met you, you colored me red.

No One Has Boobs in 5th Grade

I had my crayons before 5th grade.


When I was younger the girls in my 5th grade class would make fun of me for having no boobs.


I used to dress up for Halloween in advance for Halloween in elementary. They made fun of me for that.


My 6th grade teacher would tease me about matching my backpack everyday. So in 7th grade I made it a goal to not match my backpack.


7th grade I bought expensive jeans to fit in. And in 8th grade I became a cheerleader. I got my first boyfriend after the Halloween dance that year. I learned how to master Halloween costumes.


In 9th grade a boy from my old elementary took me trick or treating with him and in 10th grade another boy took me trick or treating with him. We kissed later that night, twice.


When I was in 11th grade boys avoided me because I started to wear my pre-Halloween wear again. But at least I got my crayons back.