**I know every detail about every version of herself she has ever been.**

**I had to know everything, or is that what she believed. **

**I knew her grade school best friend, just didn’t know it would die off in grade school. **

**I knew her favorite sport, just didn’t know it would come to an end. **

**I knew her favorite food, just didn’t know it would be simplistic. **

**I knew her easiest subje...

A dozen roses, each representing something. I will love you until the last rose

One- the way you put everyone as importance

Two- the way you go above and byond

Three- the way you continue to better society

Four- the way you take care of others

Five- the way you are self aware

Six- the way you help others

Seven- the honesty you have

Eight- the encouragement you give

Nine- the honesty you possess

T...

It was one summer evening,

Crisp, cool air filled the openness of thoughts.

Surrounded by people she barely knew,

But trusted so dearly.

She felt an array of emotions

Deep within her thoughts.

The feelings of hate and hurt,

While she tried to be everything she ever wanted.

The feelings of love and hope,

While she got to be everything she dreamt of being.

Who knew self discovery could be so...

Driving 55 down the old country roads,

The windows were down in her old 66 square body.

It was about 8:30 one cool summer evening,

The sun was setting.

What beautiful colors-

Reds, oranges, purples, and blues.

There were a few clouds,

But mostly a clear night.

In great awe, she pulled off to the side of the road.

From there, she turned up her music,

That ole 90’s country was playing.

She be...

Who the hell am I

I am much more than just my name.

I have to be much more than that.

Hours go by,

Days go by,

And yet I still wonder who the hell am I

Teacher this, teacher that,

Hey server can you get that,

I am much more than the plethora labels given to me.

Each and everyday,

A battle to be fought-

Whether within myself or within someone else.

Through all of this,

I feel as if I los...

She looked in a mirror and thought,

“If I count the ways I love you”

It’d be a plethora of ways.

From holding the doors,

To walking street side,

To the random acts of kindness that made me think of you.

She loved showing the ways she loves you,

It brought so much brightness to her day.

She loved making sure sure you felt love everyday,

Not just some days, but all days.

Counting the ways ...

I am but a puzzle,

Though I am not a complex puzzle.

Some puzzles are 50 pieces,

While others are 1500 pieces.

At the end of the day,

When perfectly placed,

Every puzzle is a beautiful masterpiece.

I’m not sure how many pieces I am,

Nor do I think I want to know.

I know for certain I am not done being built,

I don’t think I ever will be.

Hour by hour,

Day by day,

Week by week,

I get bu...

The crisp Georgia air

One late day in June

That demerbox, it’s playing that tune

While all the kids play nine square

It’s about ninety five degrees

Down in those old pine roots

The kids gather their swimsuits

There’s no room to displease

When we all jump into the pool

To laugh and joke about

All fun at CSG

Now you’re all nice and cool

With no room to pout

As we’re all free...

She closed her eyes and began to speak

You haven’t been sleeping well

You also haven’t been eating well

Those late night stares and

Those late night splurges

You haven’t been connecting well

You also haven’t been focused all too well

Those unread texts and

Those blank stares into nothingness

You haven’t been doing work

You also haven’t writing

Those piles of papers and books untouched and

T...

Monday. Six pm.

On the dot.

They run into the flower shop.

They get a singular sweet pea.

Tuesday. Six pm.

On the dot.

They run into the flower shop.

They get a singular sweet pea.

Wednesday. Six pm.

On the dot.

They run into the flower shop.

They get a singular sweet pea.

Thursday. Six pm.

On the dot.

They run into the flower shop.

They get a singular sweet pea.

Friday. Six pm. ...