a bracelet of threads circles my wrist

- orange, pink, and green -

that's who you are to me

declares the girl who makes me seen

without missing a beat, i proclaim

- purple, pink, and green -

that's who you are to me

not knowing only a best friend could be so keen

i try this game later, this time with another

- blue, yellow, and green -

thats who you are to me

they ask, what does that mean?

i look at the bracelet given to me

smiling, i realize

this is why she and i will always be

the best friends who see

Burdens carried for each other

and laughter in the nighttime

a general agreement that everything is okay

when you're together

Think of one another

share those thoughts and

show kindness that way

what a beautiful thing to be on someone else's mind

Praying for each other

wanting the best of all blessings

true love is sacrifice of time and

commitment to the building up of something

Yoked together for the sake of one another,

no plans, no need to strategize

one comes upon the other in moments

meant only to share the best things in life together

and make everything a little easier.

I don't expect you to be strong every time I see you.

I don't expect you to be perfect whenever I'm with you.

You're allowed to feel weak.

You're allowed to have bad days and embarrassing moments.

I don't expect you to hide your scars

I don't expect you to bottle up your emotions

You're allowed to be naked

You're allowed to scream and cry

I don't expect you to smile through everything.

I don't expect you to lift me every time I'm down.

You're allowed to frown

You're allowed to be unable to bear any more weight

I only expect you to love me.

You're allowed to show it the best way you can.

There was the dark of the cool desert night,

moonlight peeling off layers of night, making lava rocks shine an iridescent black.

Owls hoot in the distance, as my fingers slap keys.

My fingers hardly light.

At first, there was the fear, the fear of rejection.

Nobody was praying for me, no one genuine.

The only ones around were the ones preying on me.

Disgusting leeches, trying to drag me down.

Their hands clamoring for my living body, if money could be earned if I was dead, I'm sure they would have.

And there she was.

Like heaven kissed morning breath on the sandy hill peeks I would stare at from my window.

I couldn't see her face, but the person beyond the screen was the thing that took me away.

The day of the week, the nickname that started it all.

Thursday.

My new favorite day, the day before Friday, when my mood would settle in and I'd let loose the demons that churned within.

Long forgotten, hatred still brewing.

My mind was evanescent like I wasn't living there, like I was in the memory of a life soon to pass, but the moments with her were all I had.

Every time I'd bite my tongue, hoping to put teeth on through,

there'd be the memory of peace when we would talk.

Not really 'talk' but more write, write of people and days we weren't living,

watching worlds rise and fall. Watching emotions explored that I hadn't felt, things I couldn't understand.

I would choke on the words, the words I couldn't feel.

Yet, it wasn't so bad. Not when I knew we were both there together, the Gods of our world. The creators. And the things I wanted to say, I swallowed like the bile that churned in my stomach as my brain switched on the new contact. The relay flicking in direction like the plunge of the keys, each tap of the switch, another synapse firing away.

God, she took me away.

She took me away.