My relationship with Skye was awesome, terrible, happy, crazy, and heart-breaking. She made me a better person and showed me how to live life. She also had a supremely awesome Tarot deck and the most awesome bed ever (not in that way perv!).
One day I really fucked up our relationship and my repentance was a story. Well, not just the story, but it was a start. The relationship ended maybe a month after the story was written.
There's something about how the story is told that I really like. When it gets to the poem, it's just, I like it. It's a cheesy poem, but, it's mine. Besides, it's better than my moon one.
June 10, 2010
Skye's Story
Once upon a time there was a boy who had recently had his heart broken. He convinced himself that it was all healed up and decided to find a new love. Not knowing where to find love, he went to the land of the singles.
In the land of the singles, he talked with and dated a few women. He was about to name it the land of the crazies and leave, until he met this awesome girl with blue streaks in her hair. When they met, they got along really well. So well, in fact, that neither wanted to part with the other.
They dated and fell in love with each other. But, both were afraid to tell the other person first. Eventually the girl, the braver of the two, told the boy how she felt. And, the boy happy to know the girl felt the same way said, "I love you, too."
Sadly, there relationship was strained by many factors. Their love was a difficult love. One day a troll said something terrible that hurt the girl. The girl told the boy about how she was hurt and wondered why the boy would be friends with the troll. The boy, who was too stupid for his own good, let the troll stay which caused much hurt to both the boy and girl. By the time the boy had finally seen the troll for what she was, it was too late.
The boy's and girl's relationship was extremely fragile at this point. They still loved each other, but hurt, confusion, and resentment clouded their hearts. The girl had a brilliant idea of absconding to a far away land to be together. They could eat, drink, and be merry. The boy, who was again stupid and less brave than the girl, wanted to go. The girl went traveling without the boy and begged the boy to follow. The girl felt rejected by the boy and was very hurt, and even though the boy finally did meet her in the far away land the girl had started to resent the boy.
The boy fell deeply in love with the girl while in the faraway land. It was magical and wonderful and being the fool he was he never told her how much he loved her. So, when they returned from their adventure, the girl decided that she would date other boys. This hurt the boy very much because he wanted the girl to be his and only his. But, the boy had a lot of pride, and did not let the girl know he's true feelings.
Weeks went by and the girl, who was still very hurt too, told the boy what she needed from him. And, the boy was hurt by her request. So, when the girl asked to be only his, he rejected her which continued the cycle of hurt.
One day, the boy did the most foolish thing ever. He decided to do the same thing the girl was doing, date other people. While on the date he only thought of the girl he loved. When he later talked to his love, he told her a lie and he regretted it immediately. The boy wanted to say, "No, no. That's not what really happened." But, he was the biggest fool in all the land and wanted to protect the heart he loved from his mistake.
But, lies are not little things. They are big, evil, awful creatures. And, the lie he told made the boy's heart ache. He wanted to tell the girl, but was so afraid to lose her. He loved her. Loved her very deeply. The next night he showed the girl how much he loved her. He poured his heart into hers, but alas he failed to do two important things that night. Tell her about the lie and tell her how much he cared.
Sadly, the girl found out about the boy's lie without the boy telling her. And, instead of saying, "Yes, it was an awful thing to lie to you. I'm sorry, this is what happened." The boy spun new lies. And, each new lie made him sadder and sadder. He hated deceiving the girl for he knew it was wrong to treat someone he loved this way. And, summoning all the courage he had, which was much less than what the girl had, he told the girl about his lies.
The girl was hurt very deeply by the boy's lies. And, the boy loathed himself for telling them. The boy loathed himself for hurting his love. The boy loathed himself for dating another girl. The boy told the girl, "I am sorry, my love. I will do anything to make it up to you, but I know not what to do. Please, give me another chance."
The girl could not think of anything to fix the hurt he had caused. She hated the boy. And, the boy deserved it. The boy not knowing what to do comprised a poem and hoped the girl would someday forgive him.
The Fool
A boy loved a girl
He should have told her
He sided with a troll
Instead of crushing it with a boulder
He broke her heart
When he should have held her close
He told a lie
That hurt the one he loved the most
He shopped for flowers
He shopped for jewelry
But alas the long shipping dates
Made it seem like tomfoolery
And so he sat
Scribbling this poem with a pen
Recalling the girl
Whose love he did not want to see end
Her heart is beautiful
Unlike this foolish guy
I wish my head were in the clouds
So I could be with my Skye
In the land of the singles, he talked with and dated a few women. He was about to name it the land of the crazies and leave, until he met this awesome girl with blue streaks in her hair. When they met, they got along really well. So well, in fact, that neither wanted to part with the other.
They dated and fell in love with each other. But, both were afraid to tell the other person first. Eventually the girl, the braver of the two, told the boy how she felt. And, the boy happy to know the girl felt the same way said, "I love you, too."
Sadly, there relationship was strained by many factors. Their love was a difficult love. One day a troll said something terrible that hurt the girl. The girl told the boy about how she was hurt and wondered why the boy would be friends with the troll. The boy, who was too stupid for his own good, let the troll stay which caused much hurt to both the boy and girl. By the time the boy had finally seen the troll for what she was, it was too late.
The boy's and girl's relationship was extremely fragile at this point. They still loved each other, but hurt, confusion, and resentment clouded their hearts. The girl had a brilliant idea of absconding to a far away land to be together. They could eat, drink, and be merry. The boy, who was again stupid and less brave than the girl, wanted to go. The girl went traveling without the boy and begged the boy to follow. The girl felt rejected by the boy and was very hurt, and even though the boy finally did meet her in the far away land the girl had started to resent the boy.
The boy fell deeply in love with the girl while in the faraway land. It was magical and wonderful and being the fool he was he never told her how much he loved her. So, when they returned from their adventure, the girl decided that she would date other boys. This hurt the boy very much because he wanted the girl to be his and only his. But, the boy had a lot of pride, and did not let the girl know he's true feelings.
Weeks went by and the girl, who was still very hurt too, told the boy what she needed from him. And, the boy was hurt by her request. So, when the girl asked to be only his, he rejected her which continued the cycle of hurt.
One day, the boy did the most foolish thing ever. He decided to do the same thing the girl was doing, date other people. While on the date he only thought of the girl he loved. When he later talked to his love, he told her a lie and he regretted it immediately. The boy wanted to say, "No, no. That's not what really happened." But, he was the biggest fool in all the land and wanted to protect the heart he loved from his mistake.
But, lies are not little things. They are big, evil, awful creatures. And, the lie he told made the boy's heart ache. He wanted to tell the girl, but was so afraid to lose her. He loved her. Loved her very deeply. The next night he showed the girl how much he loved her. He poured his heart into hers, but alas he failed to do two important things that night. Tell her about the lie and tell her how much he cared.
Sadly, the girl found out about the boy's lie without the boy telling her. And, instead of saying, "Yes, it was an awful thing to lie to you. I'm sorry, this is what happened." The boy spun new lies. And, each new lie made him sadder and sadder. He hated deceiving the girl for he knew it was wrong to treat someone he loved this way. And, summoning all the courage he had, which was much less than what the girl had, he told the girl about his lies.
The girl was hurt very deeply by the boy's lies. And, the boy loathed himself for telling them. The boy loathed himself for hurting his love. The boy loathed himself for dating another girl. The boy told the girl, "I am sorry, my love. I will do anything to make it up to you, but I know not what to do. Please, give me another chance."
The girl could not think of anything to fix the hurt he had caused. She hated the boy. And, the boy deserved it. The boy not knowing what to do comprised a poem and hoped the girl would someday forgive him.
The Fool
A boy loved a girl
He should have told her
He sided with a troll
Instead of crushing it with a boulder
He broke her heart
When he should have held her close
He told a lie
That hurt the one he loved the most
He shopped for flowers
He shopped for jewelry
But alas the long shipping dates
Made it seem like tomfoolery
And so he sat
Scribbling this poem with a pen
Recalling the girl
Whose love he did not want to see end
Her heart is beautiful
Unlike this foolish guy
I wish my head were in the clouds
So I could be with my Skye
Gave Up
Once upon a time a boy met a girl. The boy wrote a story for the girl professing his love for her. And, oddly enough, the story came true. Sadly, the story didn't have a happy ending. The story was quirky as was the boy.
I'm not sure why, but it's time that The Perfect Tree finally got posted including the dedication.
I'm not sure why, but it's time that The Perfect Tree finally got posted including the dedication.
The Perfect Tree
For Lindsey,
Hopefully, this tale, while abstract, will help you understand. You captivate me for many reasons I am unable to express. And, no, I’m not looking for you to provide me shade.
Once upon a time there was a boy who went into the forest in search of the perfect tree. He stopped at many trees as he traveled through the forest. Some trees were too big. Some trees didn’t provide enough shade. Some trees were the homes for beasts and bugs. The boy did not enjoy being clawed at and bitten so he tried to avoid these trees. The boy learned to stay away from pine trees because the sap was so sticky and dry pine needles would make him itch when they fell down his shirt.
One day, while walking through the forest, the boy heard beautiful singing. The boy, seeking companionship after many days alone, decided to locate the singing woman. Upon following the voice, the boy came upon a glen with one lone sapling in the center. As the boy walked into the glen, the voice became much more audible. He searched about the glen but found no one.
Finally, the voice exclaimed, “Confound it boy! Please cease your pacing, it’s making me nervous.”
The startled boy stammered, “S-sorry. Umm. Where are you?”
The voice spoke back, “I sit here in the middle of the glen. You’ve walked past me three or four times already. Why do you bother with such silly questions?”
This quite confused the boy. He had searched the glen. There was no woman here. The boy then stretched out his hands and began feeling through the air. “I – don’t – see – you. You’re – not – a – w-witch, are you?”
The voice made a lilting laugh. “I am no witch, little one. I am the young sapling that basks in the sun before you.”
The boy, a bit confounded by this realization, stumbled backwards and fell on his rump. Then on hands and knees he slowly crawled towards the sapling. As he slowly reached out towards the sapling to touch it, the sapling yelled, “Boo!” and the boy jumped back in alarm. The sapling giggled mischievously.
The boy grinned stupidly at the joke made on his behalf. And, unsure how to proceed on this uncertain ground, he asked, “Sapling, may I sit under your shade?”
The boy could’ve kicked himself for asking such a stupid question. But, the sapling was pleasantly surprised. “Oh, yes. I’d like that. I’ve never been asked that you know?” The sapling then asked, “So, what brings you so deep into the forest?”
The boy told the sapling of his quest to find the perfect tree. He explained how all the trees he’s come across were not what he was looking for. He told the sapling how he had thought about abandoning the search for the perfect tree or perhaps settling for a good tree. Towards the end of his story it began to rain and the sapling spread it’s branches to try to keep the boy dry. The boy continued with his story. He finished by telling the sapling how he had found the perfect tree – the sapling.
“But I will not always be the same,” said the sapling, “I too will grow into a big tree.”
“I will grow with you,” the boy replied.
“Not all days will be good. Some days I will have bugs or critters that will chase you away,” said the sapling.
“Spending the day under your branches is more than worth an occasional bite or scratch,” the boy replied.
“On occasion, I too will be sappy,” said the sapling.
“Sap may be sticky, but it washes off. You need not fear,” said the boy.
“But, I am not perfect,” said the sapling. “Other trees provide better shade. Other trees sprout beautiful flowers. Other trees will make much better companions to climb.”
“I care not what these other trees offer. You are what I had hoped for in a tree, though I thought a tree like you was only a fairy tale,” said the boy.
“What makes me different than the other trees?” asked the sapling.
“It is your beautiful voice,” said the boy. “Your voice brings me joy. Your voice makes me want to sing. And, if I cannot take you home, I will spend forever in the forest.”
“And, what if I lose my voice?” prodded the sapling.
“Your voice is not simply the noise you make. It is the way you offer me your shade. It is the way you keep me out of the rain. Such things make you the perfect tree.”
As the tree was about to consent to going with the boy, a hundred-foot tall hill giant walked into, or should I say on, the glen and squished both the boy and the tree into a mess of sticky goo and twigs. (C’mon, it’s best to end this way. This story was on the verge of botaniphilia, and no one wants to read about that.)
Hopefully, this tale, while abstract, will help you understand. You captivate me for many reasons I am unable to express. And, no, I’m not looking for you to provide me shade.
Once upon a time there was a boy who went into the forest in search of the perfect tree. He stopped at many trees as he traveled through the forest. Some trees were too big. Some trees didn’t provide enough shade. Some trees were the homes for beasts and bugs. The boy did not enjoy being clawed at and bitten so he tried to avoid these trees. The boy learned to stay away from pine trees because the sap was so sticky and dry pine needles would make him itch when they fell down his shirt.
One day, while walking through the forest, the boy heard beautiful singing. The boy, seeking companionship after many days alone, decided to locate the singing woman. Upon following the voice, the boy came upon a glen with one lone sapling in the center. As the boy walked into the glen, the voice became much more audible. He searched about the glen but found no one.
Finally, the voice exclaimed, “Confound it boy! Please cease your pacing, it’s making me nervous.”
The startled boy stammered, “S-sorry. Umm. Where are you?”
The voice spoke back, “I sit here in the middle of the glen. You’ve walked past me three or four times already. Why do you bother with such silly questions?”
This quite confused the boy. He had searched the glen. There was no woman here. The boy then stretched out his hands and began feeling through the air. “I – don’t – see – you. You’re – not – a – w-witch, are you?”
The voice made a lilting laugh. “I am no witch, little one. I am the young sapling that basks in the sun before you.”
The boy, a bit confounded by this realization, stumbled backwards and fell on his rump. Then on hands and knees he slowly crawled towards the sapling. As he slowly reached out towards the sapling to touch it, the sapling yelled, “Boo!” and the boy jumped back in alarm. The sapling giggled mischievously.
The boy grinned stupidly at the joke made on his behalf. And, unsure how to proceed on this uncertain ground, he asked, “Sapling, may I sit under your shade?”
The boy could’ve kicked himself for asking such a stupid question. But, the sapling was pleasantly surprised. “Oh, yes. I’d like that. I’ve never been asked that you know?” The sapling then asked, “So, what brings you so deep into the forest?”
The boy told the sapling of his quest to find the perfect tree. He explained how all the trees he’s come across were not what he was looking for. He told the sapling how he had thought about abandoning the search for the perfect tree or perhaps settling for a good tree. Towards the end of his story it began to rain and the sapling spread it’s branches to try to keep the boy dry. The boy continued with his story. He finished by telling the sapling how he had found the perfect tree – the sapling.
“But I will not always be the same,” said the sapling, “I too will grow into a big tree.”
“I will grow with you,” the boy replied.
“Not all days will be good. Some days I will have bugs or critters that will chase you away,” said the sapling.
“Spending the day under your branches is more than worth an occasional bite or scratch,” the boy replied.
“On occasion, I too will be sappy,” said the sapling.
“Sap may be sticky, but it washes off. You need not fear,” said the boy.
“But, I am not perfect,” said the sapling. “Other trees provide better shade. Other trees sprout beautiful flowers. Other trees will make much better companions to climb.”
“I care not what these other trees offer. You are what I had hoped for in a tree, though I thought a tree like you was only a fairy tale,” said the boy.
“What makes me different than the other trees?” asked the sapling.
“It is your beautiful voice,” said the boy. “Your voice brings me joy. Your voice makes me want to sing. And, if I cannot take you home, I will spend forever in the forest.”
“And, what if I lose my voice?” prodded the sapling.
“Your voice is not simply the noise you make. It is the way you offer me your shade. It is the way you keep me out of the rain. Such things make you the perfect tree.”
As the tree was about to consent to going with the boy, a hundred-foot tall hill giant walked into, or should I say on, the glen and squished both the boy and the tree into a mess of sticky goo and twigs. (C’mon, it’s best to end this way. This story was on the verge of botaniphilia, and no one wants to read about that.)
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