You have been told
that you love too much,
too many times
and it should have taught you
that the way people receive love
is their problem not yours.
It is not that you need to love in moderation.
It is that they need to learn
how to receive love more graciously.
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 9:08 PM UTC
We are a collection of our own experiences. A destruction of our own making, we undo ourselves with what we've learned, unlove ourselves with what we've learned.
I have looked in the mirror to a stranger too many times for my liking. The girl that I became mirrored back in agony to the girl she wanted to be. She wanted to be a poet, she wanted to be a portrait. She wanted to be stronger.
My experiences have become me. But I don't want to be defined by broken hearted and tormented by my dreams. I don't want to be defined by the dark circles under my eyes, the heart beat in my ears. I wanted to be stronger.
I have looked in the mirror too many times and seen stranger, seen liar, seen a girl who kept too much bottled up and my demons creep behind me like the horror movies I'm so akin to watching. They wave hello like they belong and I have to break my stare.
The poet in me says this is another experience, another lifeline, another tether to the earth that I love so much. An earth that I love so much that it broke me.
The poet in me says this experience will make me stronger.
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 10:19 PM UTC
"For some strange logic,
You seem to be the only constant idea out of all my lingering thoughts.
Oh, how I wish you were here instead of in my head"
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 10:45 AM UTC
Should I be prepackaged in rolls of bubble wrap
Placed nicely in a box labeled FRAGILE
wrapped in layers of caution tape?
Should I come with an instruction manuals and tagged "HANDLE WITH CAUTION"
To others I'm easily broken
But to me I'm incredibly durable
Maybe the only sign I should have is
WORK IN PROGRESS
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 10:45 AM UTC
You're his now
Just like how they say "Exactly, it was your seat"
I thought that was my spot, I guess I was just keeping it warm for him
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 1:32 PM UTC
I can't even say
you hurt me
with confidence.
It feel like this so
often I've begun
to wonder if
I do this to myself...
I want to cuss you
out of my thoughts but
I only sink further
into them.
So I'll pretend it's fine --
I'm fine -- while
I'm crying my eyes out,
because I don't even think
I can blame you.
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 11:24 PM UTC
Looking into your eyes at 5 am wondering how we made it through the night.
But looking into your eyes has given me the answer.
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 7:49 AM UTC
I tell you I love you and you say "okay"
You tell me you that you don't know what you want. I say "okay"
You tell me I'm not physically pleasing and I need to change. I say "okay"
I tell you ill change. You say "okay"
You tell me "can you spend the night?"
I say "no"
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 9:53 PM UTC
Friends don’t look at each other that way.
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 2:11 AM UTC