Be Sharp with Wit

Are made of moments, some are amazing and come with shaking excited hands that weave together with short gasps between words.

Those tears hold the moments that are longed to be remembered; sometimes, if one is lucky enough, renewing technology will keep the memory alive for decades just to be shared amongst friends and family.

Mind blowing happiness can move one to the most treasured of tears.

Though, through the happiness, there is always a following sadness. Tears made from these emotions come with heartbreak and utter emotional termoil.

Heartbreak is mixed with longing, disbelief, grief, and a continuing cycle of strife. These tears are wished away, but always find their way back at the least expecting moment in life.

Tears that have been bottled up for eons, waiting to be given into and just as they slip passed the rim - they're shoved back in with a deep, shaky, and breaking breath. Only at the most convenient time can they be let out.

But these tears are rebellious, and never consider the result of their downfall.

Although, there are times that tears can allow a mental cleansing of busy thoughts and a wreaking mind. Taking the time to depressurize is, at times, a spring cleaning for a unbalanced emotional rollercoaster.

Tears can bring the greatest of moments, ones that are wanted. But, Life tends to follow strife just as missery loves company.

Through the window.

Dancing like there's a business holiday the next morning and you don't have to attend the monotony that is work.

I see you,

Through multimedia.

With your friends, which I do believe that you need a new batch of as you look entirely uncomfortable in that photo.

I see you,

Through the aisles.

Shopping for fresh produce, and I also see you set the healthy food in it's right full place and backtrack to the Hot Pocket display on aisle 13.

I see you,

Through shelves of the bookstore.

You make a show of reading a educational book over the French Revolution, I also watch as you put it down and grab a thick copy of 'Fifty Shades of Gray' and settle into a nearby seat as you open to the first page.

I see you,

Through the passing crowds.

You weave through the ignorant crowd with the grace of a seasoned New Yorker, your shoulder never seems to brush another.

I see you,

Through everything.

I see you,

Everywhere.

You are burned into my mind and I can't help but follow you.

Through everything,

And everywhere.

That years pass with regret,

That days pass with longing,

That even tomorrow comes with yearning.

I have learned;

That pain comes with sorrow,

That heartache lasts forever,

That moments are fleeting and few.

I have learned;

That life is like a spool of yarn,

It comes in various lengths,

In a plethora of colors,

In widths fat

or

In widths thin.

But,

I have learned;

That in the end we have our use,

Are shards of glass;

Some are sharp and cutting to the touch,

While others are rounded and safe to hold.

We are born with an empty pane;

That we fill with glass holding, sometimes, pain.

Other times we place it together with shining, reflecting pieces that we hold close to our edges.

Our most vulnerable is our middle;carefully pressed to fill the holes left.

The slightest touch of the glass pane would shatter.

I am tired,

Not in the physical sense;

More like the more emotional one.

I can feel it pulling the bags under my eyes deeper and darker.

I can feel it attach heavy iron chains to my limbs, making me sloth like.

I can feel it drain me away.

Sit at the base of my throat;

Waiting to be heard,

Hoping to be understood.

It's a painful ball of emotion;

Hard and pressing,

Growing and mind-consuming.

I want with all the World to say them;

The 'i love you's',

The 'i need you's'.

But they choke me;

And

I

Can

Never

Say

Them

In

Time

...

You make me claustrophobic,

An ever encompassing weight that I can never be rid of.

You rest on my chest.

Even in the hollows of my mind, whispering to me.

Your hand on my shoulder suffocates me, steals me of air.

Your smiles and laughs are like barbed wire, wrapping me in pock marks.

The air you breathe is poison to me, killing away at my vital organs.

It crushes me to the ground, leaving me tired and withdrawn.

You're like a black hole, I can never get away from you.

Rattle when you are near.

I fear that one day you will hear.

My ribs shiver and shake,

My legs quiver and quake.

My fingers creek and moan,

And my toes begin to roam.

The venture to you,

My bones do;

As if you can connect them back,

You would receive them in a fleshy sack.

With no how-to-do,

Or any superglue.

You begin to piece them back,

With the patience that I lack.

I hope all pieces are there for you,

For if not there is little that I can do.

You don't let them roam,

As you bring them back home.

With your fingers you rake,

From the full bone to a flake.

The last piece is near,

With which I hope you bold dear;

In your hand lies my heart,

Its only fair if you take apart.

Is a leech.

It latches on to the weakest, sucking away at their life force.

Bleeding their victims of their welcoming disease.

It locks on to healthy skin and leaves it dry, brittle, and tender to sunlight.

It leeches away leaving its martyr hapless to their own Happiness.

Leaving behind a hollowed sadness.

Is a disease.

A single smile will spread its rays across another's.

A single ring of true laughter will shake the silent bells around.

A single piece of Happiness will spread and infect others,

Yet we welcome this epidemic with open and warm moments to remember.

Happiness is a disease.

Your fingers brushed mine, when they reached for the glass;

A mango and peach smoothie, you had been feeling light headed and so I got you your favorite drink to cool you down;

I don't know if it worked, it just seemed like the right thing to do at the time;

But when you grazed mine, the small hairs light up like a forest fire.

I panicked and began to try and blow them out,

You looked at me in a strange way;

I guess that you couldn't see the way you effect me...

The next fire happened when you hugged me;

You had aced a test that I spent staring at you;

Your arms went around my chest and then I found that I could no longer breathe.

You hugged me tighter and the forest fire grew brighter.

When you let go, I could have sworn that smoke seeped from my lips.

Every touch left a forest fire,

Every graze left a bright blaze,

Every affectionate gesture left a burn to remember.

If each day I was left with burning reminder of you, I would set myself ablaze.

If only to keep a piece of you.