Cuddles

There are two flavors:

This one is without bounds.

It is quite simple really.

It makes one happy.

It lets one know they are safe to relax.

It is a warm green.

This one is reserved.

It is easy yet complex.

It also makes one happy, and also satiated.

It lets one know they are secure to raze all protective walls.

It is a pulsing rainbow of all colors of the spectrum.

<But why cuddles?>

Because touch binds us.

Because cuddles is a natural soothing mechanism.

Because cuddles feel nice.

<And why should platonic cuddles be different than romantic cuddles?>

It's not the cuddles that's different;

It's the context which carries different weight.

It's the difference of level of attachment.

Pronoun Play

DISCLAIMER: The title of this post is referring to "playing" with pronouns in the linguistic sense. As it turns out the different words make for interesting writing organization.

He was someone I knew from track.

He was sweet, so I gave him a chance.

We had our hangouts;

It was fun, though not very eventful.

I cut him loose. I felt no pain.

He is lost to the past.

Sometimes I wonder what became of him.

She was someone I met through cheer.

She was fascinating; I didn't know it, but I was wishing I got the chance.

Sometimes we got to hang;

It was somehow something I always longed for again.

Our paths diverged. I suffered in the new distance.

Tenuous ties still string us together.

I keep tabs on her to know what's up.

Xe was someone I met in GSA Club.

Xe was magnetic, and we gave each other a chance.

Multiple times we hung out;

Always it was like being on a euphoric high.

Our planned-time ran out. It was sad yet bearable, and it was quite simple.

Right now our ties are cut;

Time will tell if we regain them after adjusting.

I still miss xer and hope to reconnect as friends later.

College-Bound

I will miss my high school.

It was a good place.

I had fun; I worked; I learned.

I will miss the friends I made.

I chose few; few chose me.

The ones I least seen were the most genuine.

I will miss the person I met.

The memories we created are permanent.

New separation... 

It will take time to fill the nostalgic abyss.

But I look forward to where I am going.

The cold will bite harder then I've known;

The people will be unlike I've met.

It will finally be a world of my own.

I look forward to new friends.

I look forward to new experience.

I look forward to new knowledge.

I'm ready to go out on my own.

I'm ready to create myself.

I'm ready to carve my own path.

Jump

It's time to jump that cliff.

We've found the summit so our journey is done.

I will greatly miss what we encountered.

I am having trouble releasing the bind:

Merely words, but also a way of thinking,

And an intangible attachment.

I've been running on a special high,

And its kept its hold for a while now…

Coming back to earth will be so mundane.

There's no way to chase that high again,

Not for a long while into the future at least…

~wind gains speed~

~heart begin losing purchase on attachment~

~memories move into holding cells~

~satisfaction become nostalgia~

~eyes look into an abyss~

~something is now missing~