I write love letters
to the oxygen in your lungs
and give thanks
to the trees who allow you to breathe

what a blessing it is
to exist alongside you.

-hw

The only home I have
Is the one I build inside myself
The roof is cracked
The doors are broken
The electricity goes out
And ghosts awoken
Although rats scurry
And the AC is dead
It is my own home
Nonetheless

Hastened glances, like frightened mice,
A kiss on the cheek, oh wouldn't that be nice?
I long for her touch, her sweet, sensitive touch,
A smile or maybe a "hey", or is that too much?
Chalk dust smothers the air, like a foreboding mist,
Echoing my thoughts, "does she even know I exist?",
I stare at her, and feel my heart turn to mush,
But deep down I know, this is just a classroom crush.

So it's been a year,
And what can I say,
Pictures and words,
But I can't see you today.

If I could say something,
It would be like this,
This one is for you,
The beauty I miss.

When we first met,
We just saw the cover,
We didn't turn the pages,
But I knew you wearn't like any other.

Now we have finished the chapter,
I have found many things deep inside,
I'll keep you safe from the depths,
Far past my death if I die.

I want to say thank you,
For leading me to the light,
For always being there for me,
And makeing me your knight.

I love you,
   Yours,
      I'll always be. X

One year.
It doesn't seem that long.
One year.
I think hard while writing this song.

We were so happy then
deep in the thralls of lust.
It was so much better then
when we weren't just echoes in the dust.

One year.
I'm not much of a writer.
One year.
The past was so much brighter.

A week had past
until we fell in love.
I wished it could last
until our spirits rose above.

One year.
This song is almost done.
One year.
I can't say I didn't have fun.

Now it's gone
and all I can say
is I'm sad I'm done.
I'm sad we drifted away.

Let's stay amiable.
Let's keep in touch.
Let's not end up in shambles.
Let hope shine when there isn't much.

Happy anniversary
Happy anniversary
Happy anniversary
Happy anniversary

Sometimes I wonder
If twelve months of moments
Were spent learning or forgetting
Casting old flames to water or gasoline
If we smiled or cried more
Then we ever had before
Sometimes I wonder
If twelve months of memories
Were held close or pushed away
Leaving us with everything or nothing to say                                              
If we took time or wasted it
On each other or on ourselves    
Sometimes I wonder
If twelve months of secrets
Built walls or shattered them
Kept keys or threw locks  
Watched shadowed eyes or widened mouths
Sometimes I wonder
If twelve months of us
Is a fact to be proud of or mourn
If I should consider my heart torn
If sunlight comes in the darkest of moments or if the dark is my home

looking down
she writes her poems
clears her throat
breathes the smoke

takes a sip
smiles away
and tries to find
the words to say

sitting in your open trunk
looking over the creek
she can still feel the passion
she felt in that first week

though everything has changed
it still seems
that she's never felt this way
a year has passed
and his heart smiles all the same

from first kiss
and handshake
and kayaks
on that first date
the laughing and love still remains