lila woodard

you’ve done so much for me. 

most of it isn’t you doing things like giving me a gift or whatever, it’s you being there when i need you

it’s the relief i felt at just seeing your face.

i haven’t cried this hard since that one black haired guy broke that blonde girls heart in that one teen romance movie i marginally liked. 

but this is different because i feel so stupid. 

so god damn stupid. 

my heart sunk 

when she told me to 

calm down 

because 

funny enough

freaking out used 

to be our thing

over small things 

big things 

i know i should save her,

as her life lines fray. 

but her wicked and uncertain fingers 

weave an unpleasant tale. 

it’s easy to preach from 

inside of a church,

he was my guidance,

the flame that lit my soul.

His slightly tanned hands molded me from a

lump of cold clay.

He shaped me, a linguistic michael angelo,

he carved my mind with his mellifluous words;

A Rose for my Rose