We’re all swimming in a sea of regrets, drowning, trying to reach the shore.
Do you think I could still be a writer if I let the saddest parts of me go?
he was the anchor tied to my feet and love was the ocean I drowned in.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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