Musicbox

We are all a part of something.
Something small...
And we are all really nothing.
Our names will, one out of a billion trillion, not be remembered.
in about a century our great great great grandchildren
will not be able to figure out what our simple names were
for their family trees.

And it's a beautiful thing.
And it's a tragic thing.

I am the ballerina inside your musicbox.
The centuries spin by before I am allowed to have my moment again.
And then... You wind me up.
And I prepare myself to show you what I've got.
And then...

I can breath.
The light comes in.
And I'm alive.

And you watch me.

And you look at me with love.

And then...
And then...
You close the box.
And I am shoved back into my cave.
And slowly the music fades.
and I...

become nothing.
Insignificant.



And it's... tragic.
And it's... beautiful.

Moonlight Lover

He smiles.
I smile.
The moon smiles.

We dance to a song-
a song that I hum without care.
The notes slip between my lips
from... I don't really know where.

our lips embrace.
our hearts, they race.
I never want to leave this place.

You want to know how he did it?
He took a red cardboard heart.
A used red cardboard heart, I might add...
and he took a black sharpie.
he said, I'm tired of saying no.
will you be my lava baby?
And do you know what I said?
I said yes.
With a little black sharpie heart.

And we danced.

I blew the cloud in his mind away.
It was clogging the passageway to his heart.
I knew I had his heart... but he was so used to saying "no."
It was a pattern.
And I broke it.

That's what I'm here for- to break patterns.
to break rules.

But I won't break hearts.
I'll have mine broken maybe...
but I trust him.
I have to :)
He is my lava baby.

The moonlight kissed our hair and hearts.
and we let our feet touch the water
the ripples disrupted the moon's reflection-
and it was beautiful.

Then, we just jumped in.
In our clothes.

We threw our hands into the air and smiled.
I could not stop laughing- my tummy is tired still.
I've never been happier.
I've never felt so alive.
So alive.

We danced,
the water carried us.

The unsung tune is my number one hit.
I'm still singing it's silence.

He told me, "You look like an angel."
I said, "I am one."

I've never felt so alive.
I've never felt so alive.

The wind blew- we began to shiver.
I began to fall.
I began to give myself away.
Bit by bit, I felt my shattered heart form in an image of...
Him.
My lava baby.

and it scared me.
so... I danced.

and he made me smile.
and he tried to get it out of me...
but it wasn't until I had ahold of myself.

I said I was terrified.
I am terrified.

He said do not worry.
And do not hurry.

It's that damn L word again...
That trecherous.
that brutal.
that vicious.
that careless.
that dangerous.
that wonderful L word.

I've never felt so alive.
I've never felt so alive.

He held me in the moonlight.
Our lips danced.
I've never felt so alive.

The Poet.

Look at The Poet.
He looks at you...
and he thinks you don't notice.
But you do.
I do.
Poet, tell me.
Why be so silent? I love to hear you talk.
But... I understand.
The words on paper are much more.
Well thought, well planned, and safe.

You can't hurt me.
You can't hurt you.

You can erase it if it is wrong
You can bold it if it is right.

You can't erase that stupid comment.
You can't bold the warm hug.

He writes of fairy tales and happy endings.
He writes of children and playground swings.

He says he was infatuated with...
With me in my honest mess of myself.

The Poet.
He wrote ME a poem for just ME.
My eyes alone.
My eyes alone.

Simply telling me wasn't enough.

But, The Poet.
With his paper charm, and his lead kisses...
He writes upon my heart.
A poem of happiness in wishing.
I wish for anything that will bring happiness.
The Poet... brings me happiness.
And to him, I am grateful.
I can only wish I made him feel the same way...