If I could go back and do life over, I wouldn’t. I’ve heard that answer my whole life. Every person I’ve ever asked that question to has always said “I wouldn’t. I wouldn’t go back.” And I didn’t understand it until now. Each person, no matter the circumstances, even with all the regrets and shortcomings … Continue reading if you could do life over, would you?
When I think about the wind, I think about the knots in my hair your fingers get tangled in, and the laugh you make when trying to break free when you do not realize secretly I’m betting against your dexterity in detangling I don’t want to break free from you — rather — want to … Continue reading emphasis.
There are a lot of moments in life where you feel they slip away from you as soon as they come—like you’re watching in third person and you can scream all you want, but they can’t hear you; you go to reach but you miss because they’re just as untouchable as you are.
A home isn’t a home until it feels like a home.
the road map to your greatest potential—a messy poem.
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.
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.
We’re all swimming in a sea of regrets, drowning, trying to reach the shore.