Grief Written

I woke up this morning, rolled over in my bed, And had a thought flit across my mind. As I stretched out in my empty bed,  I thought I would give up anything for you to be lying next to me. To trace your lips as they softly exhaled. To watch your eyes flutter as I snuggle closer. I would give anything to wake up to your smile and fall asleep to your laugh. If your voice woke me up every morning, I'd never sleep in again. My alarm clock would go neglected, gathering dust. Because instead of my hand slapping snooze every morning, it'd be smoothing your hair away, and tracing every crease and line in your face. I would kiss you awake each morning, and greet the sun with a smile.  Because another morning means another night was spent with your arms wrapped around my waist, and your lips on my forehead. As I rolled over this morning, I had a thought. That I'd give anything in the world, To roll over, And bump into you. 

Nia adjusted her skirt with a mischievous grin. "They call him Punch," she remarked offhandedly gesturing towards the figure lurking behind her. The three boys that were steadily advancing towards her staggered to a stop. "Yeah? Why's that?" asked one. There was a slight quiver in his voice, betraying his unease. The speaker was lanky, thin but strong like a wire. His eyes were a watery blue and he had a chip in his front tooth. His eyes traveled over Nia slowly and he sneered appreciatively. Rubbing his jaw he glanced back to appraise the threat in the shadows. "He doesn't look like much," he concluded coolly as he slithered closer. Punch stepped from the shadows and watched the group shift with unease and they took all of him in. As captain of the basketball team Punch was tall but strong. The muscles in his arms rippled as he casually draped an arm over Nia's petite frame and smiled. "Come on Nia, tell them why." Punch was hand...

I've always loved you. I'm the kind of girl who falls in love quickly. But the day I knew you loved me was the day we fought. I was driving. My knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel so hard and you were laughing. The fact that you were laughing only made me more angry. "Don't be mad" you grinned. "Shut up. I'm mad. This isn't funny."  "You'll get over it by the time you drop me off," you said good-naturedly ignoring the fact that I told you to shut up. Being the stubborn girl I am, I ignored you and glared at the road. That's when it happened. Your hand pulled mine from the wheel, interlacing our fingers. Still upset I yanked it back and gripped the wheel harder, "I need two hands to drive." "You haven't needed two before this. In fact you rarely drive with two," you countered. Grinding my teeth I muttered, "I've learned my mistake....