Thirteen is
red meeting blue
and seeing what is true.
Thirteen is meeting someone
And not knowing if they will stay.
Thirteen is bad hair with black and white.
And never knowing what was right.
Thirteen is
The winter where I found you
Thirteen is losing someone you love
It is seeing darkness but finding the light.
It is me wishing you’d hold on tight
And caring enough to fight.
Thirteen is easy
It is having the entire world under your feet
But allowing it to crumble in your hands.
Thirteen is for holding the glass globe
And letting it break.
Thirteen is feeling like the world ended when it just began.
Thirteen is
Finding you
Interacting you
Unsure what one should do.
Farewell Thirteen
It was earnestly easy.
It was being true.
To me
And to you.
Thirteen was before the storm
Before the two were torn
Thirteen was the beginning of everything.
Thirteen!
Thirteen!
There was you and me.
Thirteen was the beginning
Of a world more worth living.
Kindling the Craft 