We cooked Mac n cheese and you grabbed my waist.
We kissed like we were each others oxygen,
Like we hadn’t breathed since the last time,
Like our lungs craved the other’s breath.
You felt warm and safe,
As the thunder rolled,
You held me closer.
You felt like home.
We played house for a night,
And I saw what the rest of my life could look like.
But I knew that’s al we were doing,
Just playing.
Even tho it felt so right,
I knew it was just the moment.
So I woke in the morning,
Your warm body next to mine,
Kissed your sleeping soul one last time,
And closed that night in these words that I write.
Jun 24, 2019
Jun 24, 2019 at 5:08 PM UTC
I’m a stay for the last song,
Even if it means we get home late.
Cry because the moment is too perfect.
Miss you after the drive home.
Always down for anything.
Skinny dip in the lake.
Kiss you on the lips and laugh.
Kinda person.
Jun 24, 2019
Jun 24, 2019 at 5:04 PM UTC
It’s 3am
And I’m eating cereal in bed.
My thoughts wander
But always come back to you.
You’re why I can’t sleep.
You’re why sometimes I can’t breathe.
You’re why my cereal went soggy.
Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 9:58 PM UTC
I've been lost, like really lost.
Like lonely lost,
Like empty lost,
Like numb lost.
So many things are changing,
And I'm so empty and sad.
Things are so complicated right now,
Right always.
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 1:06 AM UTC
You are thousands of miles away,
And I can not even hear your voice,
Yet I can feel your hands trembling.
I worry about you,
Far more than I should.
Do not apologize for being exhausted,
For it is about time you let go.
Give yourself a break.
Breathe the ocean air that surrounds you,
And let go of everything.
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 2:55 AM UTC
writing everything down,
feeling it one last time,
so I can let my words do the remembering
and let my mind replace the memories with new better love.
Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 1:30 AM UTC
My days would begin and end in bed.
I would not have the strength to go on with life.
I would not cry, I would be in too much pain to cry.
I would not eat, I would be in too much pain to eat.
I would not sleep, for my thoughts would consume my mind to the point where I could not shut them off.
I would not speak, nor feel. I numb myself.
I would be broken.
I would be lost.
You have been in my life for such a short time that these ideas are not justifiable,
but they are real.
And I would not "go to your funeral"
I would be in too much pain.
I would not be able to see all those people who love you missing you.
Because I could not bear missing you that much more.
I would not be able to bear the fact that when they reminisce about your life I would not be mentioned.
Because I was a dot on your line of life,
While you were my entire line.
Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 9:23 PM UTC
I hope it rains on my wedding day.
That way my hair will become all frizzy like it does,
That way my white dress will drag through muddy puddles,
That way my stilettos will sink into the soft, wet earth.
Because all to often things go the way we want.
And I find beauty in the unplanned happenings,
Beauty in the imperfect.
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 1:21 AM UTC
I write best when I'm sad.
Maybe because I'm being more honest with myself in these moments.
But I think about everything.
About how many seconds it takes for air to consume every inch of my lungs.
About why raindrops fall together but are always seperate drops.
About how the weather can change a person.
About how many colors we have yet to experience.
But I cannot say I hate being sad.
Sometimes it gives me peace.
Because being sad is better than feeling nothing.
And most days I wouldn't flinch at a knife in my lungs.
Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 2:49 AM UTC
I always write in pen.
If I were to write in pencil,
My words would be artificial.
Edited and overthought so much that they were no longer my words.
And some things are better left unedited.
Left as the things I did not think,
But felt.
Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 2:46 AM UTC