Midnight. Call starts on 2% battery, He says I love you and the phone dies. Forgets to call the next day. He forgets. 2 a.m. He said when everyone else is asleep, We’ll talk. He knocks out with them. And as I lie awake, I dread the apology he’ll write the next morning. I’ve gotten… Continue reading Disengaged.
I feel the hot breeze of summer's air. I smell the fresh baked cookies we'll one day share. I hear the leaves on trees with our names on its bark. But I see the ending to something that never had a fair chance to start.
I’m just waiting for the day when he tells me, “I don’t want you anymore.” I expect it by now, how could I ever be this happy and it be real? I’m fooling myself, I could never be this happy, could I? But I love him. I loved him the day I met him because… Continue reading Him.
28 JUNE 2018 8:30 pm; Thursday. Brooke. I think I love someone. But it might be infatuation So right now I'll just stay quiet For I don't want to scare him. But I think I might just love him. A little more than the last, And maybe more than I've ever, But right now I'll… Continue reading Journal Entry #34
Love is just a word that lingers in silence. It doesn't need to be said, It doesn't need to be heard, I can see it in your smile. So look at me. Let the warmth of my breath coat your skin Let me hypnotize your thoughts into thinking Sound is not necessary. In fact, I… Continue reading Love is just a word.
To the boy who loves me next, I'm quiet, but when I'm not quiet, I'm loud. I play the piano four hours a day, so please don't get annoyed, it's the only thing I've ever really felt good at. I wake up early most days because the morning air is the most peaceful to me… Continue reading to the boy who loves me next.
Outside my window lies a tree with ample stems And each stem reminds me of an abandoned beginning As if they sprouted without a purpose And wallowed away while another one grew And only a few bloom Which makes me think about my own family tree About which stem blooms next Hoping it's the stem… Continue reading The stem that blooms.
