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.
Tag: poems
don’t turn off the lights.
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.
with spring comes butterflies
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
Bird’s Eye View.
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.
day four.
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.
silent—a messy poem.
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.
moved without moving.
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.
Wandering Mind.
Every man I’ve ever loved has ended up moving at least a thousand miles away from me and so sometimes I wonder if I find security in all the distance. As if the only way I’ll ever truly be loved is from afar. And so sometimes I wonder if you could love me the way … Continue reading Wandering Mind.
to the girl who loves him next,
He’s allergic to tree nuts, but don’t worry, pizza’s safe. He carries around his inhaler, but you might want to invest in one too, on the off chance he forgets. Cause he’s forgetful, even when you need him to remember, but if you’re going to love him, that’s just how he is. He wants to … Continue reading to the girl who loves him next,
B.K Laurel 