M&M's and Sketch Cartoons

He doesn't like peanut butter in his chocolate; he tells me there are better things by far.
But he doesn't realize how fragile he is.
He can't play kickball for the whole recess; he can only play the first seven minutes. And when he talks to the teachers, they have to kneel down to his level because sometimes his voice is hard to hear. He has to have someone carry his tray for him at lunch, and when he walks in the halls, he has to hold his teacher's hand.

Jimmy is special. But he isn't special because he needs more help than others to perform everyday tasks. He saves people from themselves. He teaches them how to love what they have lost. And he tells us, "It's all going to be okay."

--Somehow, I believe him.

Breakthrough

You're like stealing broken glass. I have no idea why I would do it other than to cut myself.
You're also like jumping off an 80-foot cliff into freezing cold water. The plunge will always be deeper than the jump.
You're like the pretty pink blush I brush on in the morning hoping it'll stay throughout the day.

And me? I'm like the chance you'll never take.

Yellow and Orange

She can't stand to see you smile. She can't stand alone.
Her heart beats better when it is broken.


If she breathes too deep, she breathes you in.

No. Never.

I created my own ocean so I could swim in deep waters without a life jacket. It's not so lonely out here like you think it is. It's quiet, lovely, and dark.

I know that wishing on a star is foolish, but you wouldn't believe all of the foolish things I've done for you.

Cigarette Rims

You're rough around the edges. Little do you know, I know how to burn.

He doesn't like to cry because he thinks it shows weakness. As a tear trinkles the oval of his eye, he looks at me. He thinks his tears will hide him somehow. But I see him. He's fragile. He's tattered. He's torn.

...and he's beautiful.

I'm Still Driving Away

I want to tell you that she's going to break your heart, but it's not my place.

So I'll just sit here and remember the summer
when we jumped from tall trees and swinging tires into the lazy river.
I think the leaves were jealous because we were flying high and free.

Broken Glass Trapped in a Rectangle

Time doesn't heal people. Letting go does.
I just want you to know that it's not easy to look at pictures of you.

Kicking Rocks

I sat on the ledge with you 'til the sun rose. You fell asleep in the midst of your pain and sorrow. I never knew grass and sticks could make such a warm bed. When you awoke, you asked me, "What's the point in waking up if there's nothing to live for?"

You don't know this, but I stayed up the whole night wondering the same thing.

What We Had Was Real

...and authentic.

Never mind the cars that drove by; they just stole your eyes from mine.

Transparency

Knowing another human being in a deep and intimate way is scary. Knowing that they could leave you at any moment is even scarier.

A Collage With Ribbons & Sequins

That mirror broke once before. The pain melted away with it. It subtly returns every now and then.

I painted a picture on the broken pieces. I only used primary colors, but then they all started to blend together. It was colorful. It was beautiful. It was you.

I purposefully didn't piece them back together.

Time has changed you. I've never been a fan of time.

No hug. No greeting. It's as if I woke up on the other side of the bed, and we're getting ready for our 9 to 5's because it's what we do. The money is more than enough and so is the distance between us.

Why don't you think of hummingbirds anymore when you see me? How did you forget my favorite color is purple and that I never wear orange? When did you become a fan of the incandescent? Is it not enough to sit and laugh? Where did your smile go?

I would like to know.

But I had to let go of your hand.
Forgive me for thinking there'd be more to talk about than the grease on our hamburgers and how your sweet tea really isn't that sweet.

When we wake up in the morning, I'll put a mint in your coffee, and maybe you'll taste the memories we used to make.

Orange Juice from the Sun

I drew the clouds in the sky for you this morning. I hope that you see they're connected by something that isn't very tangible. And I hope this reminds you of how we used to be.

I blew kisses in the wind for you as I walked home. They bounced off the trees and landed just below your cheek bone. I dreamed that you smiled because of this.

I wished upon a star tonight. I wished for everything to be okay, but the windows wouldn't close. It was just my luck that it started to rain.

What Only The Stars Saw...

Your secrets got caught in the wind and found their way to my ear. Your words got lost underneath my blouse and found their way to my heart. Your eyes got lost in the daze of mine, and now I don't know what I'm doing holding your heart in my hands.

But your heart--it's in pieces. And every little bit speaks to me.




Your secrets got caught in the wind and found their way to my ear.

Spider Web

IF I could spin around and make you stay, I'd pirouette like a ballerina with the brightest smile on my face and the prettiest pink gloss on my lips. I'd point my toes and leap with my arms in fourth position. I'd keep my back straight and chin up; and I'd land at your feet waiting for you...

Today Isn't Even Over.

I don't want to do this.
I don't have to do this.
I don't need to do this.

But I'm going to do it anyway. I guess that's the funny thing about regret. You always get that giddy feeling before you do something that you know will play over and over in the back of your mind.

I'll play with my emotions before I wrestle with the memories. This time isn't any different from the rest. I always end up pinned down by the last time I watched you walk away.