Salt and Pepper ♥

"Be with someone who knows what they have, When they have you"---Anonymous

Red Wiry Hair

Red wiry hair that mocks my beauty.

Pale skin that strips me, leaving me naked of my confidence.
Beautiful emerald green eyes that only see judgement.
Build up insecurities which I can no longer bare.
Gestures and comments which I can clearly see through
And still you are present in my life like a ticking clock persisting hour after hour.
Yearning to let go of the memories of you,
But still I maintain to  hold as the thorns cut through my wrist bleeding away my happiness.

Taking chances, putting myself on the line, opening up
To only be laughed at by these four walls who witness my failures.
Like a rock I harden to then be melted by your smile,
To only re-harden becoming more dead than before.
Your wiry red hair shows a reflection of someone who I no longer know.
What has become of me?

The simple act of friendship doesn't even compel you.
What are you afraid of?
Someone as vulnerable and idiotic like me cannot cause any harm.
I've been broken and battered by the rejections of others and the weight of the world.
So what is there to lose?

"Anytime you need someone to talk to, I'm here"
These lines that slipped through your lips curse you as a liar
For a simple "Hello" you won't even answer to

Like a Tree

I stand firm above the mountain tops
My hands and feet reaching towards the sun.
I grow and expand as the seasons change
Having visitors who rest upon me comforting me with their sweet melody.


Then in the change of the wind they leave never returning
As I try to adjust to the light heavy feeling of being alone.
I try to stand firm above the the mountain tops with my hands and feet reaching towards the sun trying to understand what when wrong.


But in the mist of my turmoil a wild storm is seen in the horizon
Growing, expanding, threatening my existence.
As it draws near I stand firm with my hands and feet reaching towards the sun
But he is no longer there.
A grey wall of clouds blocks me from His presence and warmth.


My hands and feet begin to sway, bend and twist.
All that I held on to begins to fall rapidly disappearing from my sight.
I'm bending backwards looking towards the sun
I'm beginning to break, I have been stripped naked, raw, bare.


The winds begin to cease and the wall begins to break.
His warmth touches my raw, dried, stripped trunk.
I begin to stand firm in awe of what I've survived.
My hands begin to bloom, peace and joy enter my roots.


Once again I stand firm above the mountain tops
With my hands and feet reaching towards the sun deeply rooted in his grace.