"And, Yet"

More than today
and more than yesterday
—though I know
    nothing of tomorrow—
I learn more
and understand more
of the world.

And more than ever,
I feel my patience
run dryer
      than desert rivers
because
it is
so
unbelievable
                   to me.
                   Really.

And more than I can remember,
I feel disappointment
  accompany the blood
  in my veins
as bits of resentment
     pile up
     in my
     head.

Yet, more than today
and most definitely
more than yesterday
—even if I can't
    tell the stories of tomorrow—
I feel for the
  world and all
  its people
more than I
feel for myself.

Because where my
patience runs dry,
a downpour of
understanding
drenches my soul.

Because where my
disappointment
flows, my heart
pumps out
visions
of hope
and possibility.


--; April 9th, 2014

I guess I was just disappointed because of everything I was realizing...I don't really know. Period four on the 9th was a weird day.

"How We Turned Out"

You were
my rainbows
and butterflies.
You were
so magical,
and oh so beautiful.

It’s not like
I was blind
or anything.
I saw you
for your flawed
features
and loved you
for your kind
and gentle
heart
that was wrapped
up in layers
of protection.

Time can do
the worst
of things
to people
with kindness
in their eyes,
and I can’t help
but think
that it was
what happened
to you.

But you were
magical
to me.
And now,
you are
simply you
to me:
my comfort
,
my rain
,
my vast ocean.
So full
of emotion
—and possibility.

--; January 8th, 2014
This is quite possibly my favorite poem to date.
I don't have much to say about it, other than the fact that it was written with my boyfriend in mind.
And in case you guys didn't know, I don't really write poetry with anyone in mind other than an idea (and sometimes myself). Lol. So, yeah. I suppose you can call this a partial dedication to Traine. Haha.
I hope you like it, because I really do. :)