Collection of Poems

My Happy Place

I'm grinning like a fool.

I hold picture close to my chest.

My eyes start to close.

I stare at my eyelids.

All I see is blackness.

Emptiness.

Nothingness.

Then the image starts to form.

I'm no longer surrounded by a black void but a colorful haven.

I can still smell his soft sweet perfume.

I rest my head on his sturdy shoulders.

Tears flood my eyes.

This is what I dreamt of.

This is what I fought for.

I hear him telling me not to cry in that soft Irish accent of his.

But I only cry harder.

The vision changes.

I'm holding a small ukulele.

My body is trembling.

I'm so nervous.

My heart beat, so loud I swear he could hear it.

I open my mouth and start to sing the song I've been practicing.

I keep looking down at my trembling hands as I play the chords.

I know if I look up,

If I see his smile,

If I see his ocean blue hair,

I will immediately break.

He means everything to me.

My battle armor.

And I'm here.

Right now.

In front of him.

Singing to him.

Telling him how much he means to me.

The vision starts to fade away again.

A new one opens up like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon.

My hands shake as I fumbled with my phone trying to open snapchat.

He wraps his arms around me and says 'it's okay. don't be nervous'

He takes my phone from my sweaty palms.

He flips the camera so it's centered on our faces.

The scanner reads us and we become two little bunnies.

He pulls me closer against his checkered flannel.

He counts to three and snaps the pic.

The bright flash brings me to another memory.

I'm in my car this time.

Driving to meet my other half for the first time.

The one that truly knows me.

Sometimes I think how lucky I am to have her.

Out of all her 34.4K followers, she chose me.

Why me?

I'm nothing special.

I'm no one.

But around her I feel like someone.

She makes me feel special.

She makes me laugh when all I want to do is cry.

I open my car door and I see her run.

She locks her arms around me.

I do the same.

I never want to let go.

My head rest slightly on hers.

This is what home felt like.

She was my home.

My arms wrapped tightly around her small waist.

Standing on her tippy toes, her arms lock around my neck.

My eyes start  to open.

I never want to forget those moments.

They are a part of me.

Whenever I need them,

Whenever I feel lonely,

Whenever I feel like giving up,

I'll close my eyes and remember those moments.

I'll close my eyes and remember when I was the happiest.