Wore a dress today.
They told me I looked beautiful
In those colors and flowers,
Matching my messy hair.
Why...?
Should I change who I am?
Am I not beautiful when I wear,
Whatever I wear,
What my heart tells me,
My own way?
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 1:13 PM UTC
Strumming my fingers
Through your arms
As if I'm gently
Playing my guitar.
Music in the background
As if each vein,
trying to scream aloud,
whispers a sad
Yet beautiful story
Your scars try so hard to hide.
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 8:38 PM UTC
You may weigh a ton,
But it's so much better
having you in my arms
Than carrying a ton
on my shoulders
For not having you.
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 8:28 PM UTC
The phone is ringing.
Incoming call,
Incoming pain.
When will I hear
Your voice again?
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 2:13 PM UTC
Please.
I begged you not to.
So many times.
But darling, so stubborn,
So naive, like a movie,
A romantic comedy,
You fell in love with me.
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 12:10 PM UTC
The goldish ring color is fading,
The polaroids are old and dusty,
My heart is cold even though it's pacing.
Tell me darling, in my sleep,
Is our love gone with the ring?
Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 5:24 PM UTC
I wish I knew...
Was it your choice
Or did faith draw the line?
Were the stars not aligned
when you left,
leaving me aside?
Do you have conscience
of your selfish acts?
I'd rather think so
Yet we were just kids
Living on the edge of innocence.
Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 5:20 PM UTC
Funny when you tell me
The thing you need is an anchor.
Because the last few days
Have taught me so much.
All I wanted when we first met
was to know that we would leave together.
But from the start I could feel it,
I felt like I was going to be suffocated.
The last several weeks,
I have laughed more, I have done more…
And I finally feel free.
And by being free I can see now:
Constantly trying to fix us
Is the thing that has been killing me slowly.
And I don’t want to do it anymore,
I don’t want to fix it or fix us anymore.
Maybe instead of loving you so hard
I should be myself for a while.
I should love me.
And you should love you.
I want so much for you.
For both of us.
So much more than this.
More than being stuck
With someone who feels stuck.
I want you to feel free too.
But no matter how hard we try,
We have to realize some things
Just can’t be fixed.
Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 5:15 PM UTC
Times are hard,
Yet that is when I love you the most.
Everything is harder when you're gone
Or when you pretend you are.
I just want to be yours.
When you hold me in your arms,
When you kiss my forehead,
When you slide your hand through my hair.
*Believe me
If you don't believe in yourself;*
I belong with you.
*I often wonder if
You also belong with me.*
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 11:20 AM UTC