And I think—you know—when you believe in something, like really believe in something, there’s no way that belief will fail you because you’re manifesting it out of thin air. You’re breathing life into it—giving it oxygen and a heartbeat to live as freely as you desire. Your thoughts are your new pair of lungs; be … Continue reading the road map to your greatest potential—a messy poem.
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mama, i think you’ll like this one.
Mama, he’s warm—like a hot shower after a day in the snow. When he holds me, he’s a human toaster; electricity fueled by his touch with the knob turned to forever. I’m warm. I’m so warm.
the man next door.
Lost my keys in the garden trying to find the door to your heart. I should have known you’d lock me out. And as I sat there, waiting, deciding whether or not to try the doggy door, a nice man walked up to ask for some sugar. It was your neighbor, John. I told him … Continue reading the man next door.
to all the boyfriends who thought I deserved better.
you were right, thank you.
cast away.
We’re all swimming in a sea of regrets, drowning, trying to reach the shore.
withdraw.
Do you think I could still be a writer if I let the saddest parts of me go?
meet me in aisle 7.
On our first date, we washed our cars. I'm talkin' bell bottom jeans in the middle of summer, compensated with a sun hat; he cleaned my sun roof while I scrubbed his hatchback. When I wasn't looking, he stuck a note inside my glove box. On our second date, we went to the store. Split … Continue reading meet me in aisle 7.
bon voyage.
he was the anchor tied to my feet and love was the ocean I drowned in.
the five stages of love.
The first one never counts. Odds are you were in middle school, crushing on the popular boy who called you buff and you took it as a compliment because you didn’t understand what it meant. But then you lost the weight and found a boy who loved your body, not your soul. That one doesn’t … Continue reading the five stages of love.
