Do you think I could still be a writer if I let the saddest parts of me go?
Tag: God
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.
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.
dried up waiting to be watered.
she stands there looking to him wishing he'd move closer wishing he'd take a step she stands there knee deep in wet concrete time passes and the concrete hardens she's paralyzed wishing she had moved when she had the chance now he looks to her as if she's the most beautiful statue he's ever seen … Continue reading dried up waiting to be watered.
stuck in the clouds
I think about death more often than sometimes and when I say death I don't mean dying but lying so still my whole body’s at ease; muscles relaxed I can't feel my knees — my knees don't exist anymore because I don't exist anymore. Like water, I’m floating. My heart is the sun on a cloudless … Continue reading stuck in the clouds
2019.
To 2019, You were the sun and the storm combined Clouded by thoughts that don't stand a second chance You were beautiful all along You learned how to rockclimb because there was no other way around the boulders You lifted spirits heavier than the weights at the gym But that's okay, because you still went … Continue reading 2019.
Sobered thoughts.
It’s nights like these where I wonder most what alcohol tastes like. That if I ran now, could I make it? Nights where I don’t care to wonder if tomorrow will come. Only wonder if I’d be better off if it didn’t. And I think to myself, it’s not fair to him. After all he’s … Continue reading Sobered thoughts.
Dear Jehovah,
I feel hopeless. Mama says love’s supposed to be easy, but for me loving never felt so hard. And Papa says it’s a tricky thing; that you could be with the person you want to be with, but not the person you should be with. Jehovah I’m troubled by this because I’m having the hardest … Continue reading Dear Jehovah,
Dear Jehovah,
Guide me to him; pave me a route to follow where he ends up at the end of it.
A yellow brick road through the woods, a sleepy meadow, and a wicked castle where I'll fight for my life just to make it home.
Because there's no place like home.
There's no place like home.
There's no place like home.
Close my eyes and click my heels three times and when I open them, let him be there.
Jehovah, let him be my home.
