Our world is awesome.
Awesome like a black bear doing back flips on jet skis.
Our world is beautiful.
Beautiful like the moment she walked out of the door on Prom night,
and she looked like Cinderella.
Our world is mysterious.
Mysterious like the trees that curl up in the shadows,
Fighting the sunshine wanting them to stand tall above all that try cutting them down.
Our world… is what we make of it.
Do we choose to see this world as a five year old or a twenty-five year old
Who’s only heard of its beauty,
Piecing things together through the reflection of the little black mirror that is his smart phone.


It’s a flower that’s taken 4.5 Billion years to blossom,
And it’s still growing.
We are the pollen.
Where every so often a busy bee will swoop up a few of us and spread us throughout the galaxy,
And we become stars.
And we grant wishes to the people that we love,
From night skies above.
And we pray that they’ll notice us for once.


It’s similar to why islands are never lonely.
Because they’re touching ocean water and ground,
Floating around like my head laying on your stomach.
I love to feel the breath in your body.
Your stomach inflating and deflating,
Your lungs pushing your ribcage through your skin,
And I love how beautiful that is.
An island on the sea, knowing the Earth is alive because the waves are flowing endlessly.


Our world is tasteful.
Tasteful like your tea stained lips,
Salty from potato chips.
Saucy from the pizza we made
During our last movie date.
When, before Prom, we went to dinner,
And the waitress asked me “soup or salad?”
And I responded “Yes. Caesar, please.”
Because I thought she said Super Salad.
And I swear, when we first kissed that night,
I could taste a little “super salad” on your lips.
The way you tasted salt in the air from the ocean breeze
As you tried taking pictures of a sea anemone.


You have earned a staple in my life as “The Laughing Girl”,
Because we laughed… a lot.
We laughed even when we shouldn’t have.
When times were depressive and the manic episodes just weren’t coming fast enough.
You made me realize how awesome it is to laugh at nothing at all.
You laughed when I said, “You have such pretty eyes.”
Because it was too cheesy for you to handle.
But your eyes are something spectacular.
And along the line when I’ve become pollen in the air,
A star in the night sky,
I’ll look down and see a twinkle and know that your beautiful blue eyes are reflecting our memories,
Screening them against the sky like a movie projector.
Allowing me to rewatch and relive these memories through you…
If that were possible...
And maybe it will be, but right now, you’re just a staple in my life,
“The Laughing Girl”.


If breakup poems are defined by the use of,
“I gave everything to you and you threw it all away.”
Then this is not a breakup poem,
Because that’s not what happened at all.
I gave you everything,
And you gave me everything in return.
That’s just the truth.
Because for every cheesy paragraphs or promposal I offered you,
You gave back memories and smiles and so many other things.
You reminded me that I’ll be free and gone soon
And I’ll finally lay to rest, that rat costume.
The wall will be far behind me,
As I run into this infinite universe
Not even realizing that the sky is slanted and I’m actually running uphill.
I am not just an Average Jos anymore!
No more standards to live by!
Because you’ve helped me cut all ties,
Leave clues of my existence scrawled on bathroom stalls.
Running until I finally wake up in pajamas and float around galaxies of artificial light.
Everyone says I need to satisfy my happy-sad mind,
But you convinced me to abandon them completely in the world John Hughes left behind.
I’ve left epistles on sticky notes thanking the people who’ve influenced me the most,
With no abbreviations, because I want to show people how much time I have for them.
And next to those notes lay 500 faces, because with you, I will always be 100% me.
I know you want me to run...
But bad times are on the way, and if you think I’ll abandon you now,
Think again.
Understand…
It’s far from over, my friend.