And maybe you’re the roller coaster with the drop I’m not afraid of. I’ll never know unless I try. I just hope I’m tall enough to ride.
the sun creeps over the horizon, blinding eyes that haven’t gone to sleep yet; bright and blinding, but beautiful. the warmth coats my skin as i lay down to rest for the night; completely satisfied with the notion that your eyes are what fueled the morning, you’re its coffee; sweet with a touch of new … Continue reading 7:01 a.m.
I still carry around your inhaler even though I know you no longer need it You have your own, but still I like to think you find comfort in the fact that you have an extra one a thousand miles away And I hope you take my offer and come get it someday Until then, … Continue reading hold your breath and count to ten.
When it’s dark and silent — that’s when I think the most. I lie awake and stare into the void that I know would be my ceiling if I flipped on the switch, but I just lie there, thinking. Most of the time about my heart; the person it aches for, beats for. Other times I … Continue reading don’t turn off the lights.
i asked him how to stop coming on too strong and he said there were two steps that could help and the first one was to don’t and the second one was to stop but then he told me to combine the two together and said don't stop. "you're doing good" and then he smiled … Continue reading with spring comes butterflies
And I think, you know, you get to a point in life where you start listening to yourself talk. How you rant, how you give in, and make excuses for another person’s behavior. You think it’s compassion instead of realizing there will never be a good enough excuse that justifies you being treated any less … Continue reading Bird’s Eye View.
11:32pm; friday. i keep losing you. everyday that i wake up and every night that i go to sleep. i lose you. over and over again. i feel trapped inside this broken record. please, make it stop.
walls so thin i can hear my sister on facetime with the boy who loves her and with the boy she loves the call ends and for a moment, it's silent 2am rolls around and i wake up to a phone call ringing from two doors down my other sister answers and i lie awake … Continue reading silent—a messy poem.
I still had all my belongings packed up in boxes waiting for the moment when I got to load them into my car and drive away forever I haven't unpacked them yet because a part of me still hopes this isn't the end. because we were going to move together escape. together. just yesterday you … Continue reading moved without moving.