Thursday, August 18, 2011

Love Story

The title maybe a bit of a disclaimer. 
mean, this very well could be a love story, but who is to say one way or another.  
Maybe one day it will be written down, but for now this is all there is.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . 

I want to tell the world about love and how it makes your heart burn
. . . a heart burn that even TUMS can't cure.

I want to tell about the pounding in my chest and about the smile that I can't wipe off my face, 
even with post wisdom teeth cheeks.

I want to dance around in circles as fast as I can just lie on the grass and watch the sky spin around me
. . . and for a moment it will seem as if time has stopped.

I want to tell about Happy Wednesdays

I want to tell about rocks on my widow late at night 
and bouquets of self-picked garden flowers, wrapped in twine.

I know some of you would swoon over hikes up the canyon,
eating a candle-lit dinner in a corn field,
meetings that last for 30 seconds- 30 seconds of complete joy.

I tell about the significance of pillows- lots of them.
I would tell you why this song makes me happy and why Bryan Ragan makes me laugh.
I admit getting porch lights flashed at me and being late for curfew.

I want to tell how it feels to be vulnerable.
I want to share the fear and hope I have in each breath.
I want to admit that I tried my hardest to ignore my strongest desire

I want to tell about April snow storms at the park.
I would include forehead kisses, holding hands, and white jumpsuits.
I want to write about patterns cut into lawn,
and about tears on my face that don't belong to me.

I want to make mention that all hasn't been easy
or simple and marvelous, sometimes pain was felt.
Heart aches happen, healing takes time.
Sorry is a valuable word, and when used sincerely can change perspective.



Maybe someday I will write this love story. . .

BUT 
today I can't.

I am sorry, I physically just can't do it.
It will make me cry, again.

I am moving,
going back to Logan.
I love Logan and I love everyone in Logan.

However,
moving means I am leaving here.
My home.
My family, all those I love.
My summer- oh, how good it has been to me.

I don't like saying goodbye.


                      xoxo,
                         Kels

2 comments:

Randi Lynn said...

I'm feeling a little anti Logan myself at the moment...why must school have to start so soon?!

brielle said...

your writing is brilliant. inspiring. i seriously love this. and i hope you are talking about what/who i think you are. (: