a preacher, one day,
told me that we must be so rooted in Christ
that if we crashed our car and
our 3 year old daughter flew out the opened door
that we would look up to the sky
and immediately think
"Christ is enough."
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 8:32 PM UTC
i wish i could save you
but how am i going to do that if
i can't even fix myself?
i'm so glad someone can find me
so enthralling as you do
but all of the beauty, intelligence,
humor and grace in the world
cannot save another person's soul.
so don't hold me to that standard
i love you, i love you, i love you
but i am not your savior
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 8:22 PM UTC
all i know is
i've never thought of the silky white
of someone's wrist so often
and how it would feel
to run my fingers over it
you care about me when
i destroy myself
from the inside out and
you see me as pure
every single time you've flashed
your wide, white smile at me,
the floor slips from under my feet
and i sink in a feeling of warmth
i love you more every time i see you
disgruntled and upset
and my greatest fear has become
hurting you.
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 8:16 PM UTC
you can't hide from me
i know you and your demented ways
because i've seen them in every man before you.
you see me and like my "radiance,"
how i laugh at everything and smile
at every person i meet
and how i take my time with others.
cute right?
you label me as "safe"
and "easy."
you'll be in for a treat when i stay up until
1 o'clock am, ranting about how
some boy at school was insensitive about women's suffrage
or when i cry over Monsters Inc
or when i forget to give you your iPod back
for the fifth time
or when i repeatedly swing at you
and whimper when you pinch me once
or when i'm so honest that it feels
like i'm beating you to a pulp.
that's when they give up and that
is when
you gave
up.
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 9:44 PM UTC
for once
i'm at a loss for words
all i know is
you're gentle and kind and warm
but your patience is slowly melting away
down to the dark, rude,
unforgiving soul
that you have pushed so far down in you
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 9:38 PM UTC
Lost in confusion and hiding in darkness
whimpering and bruised
You reached down into my dark days
and pulled me out
You whispered meaning into my life again,
"My daughter."
The very words struck me to the core.
I lay my life at Your feet
for You are my only source
of worth and happiness.
Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 9:38 PM UTC
it's a draining process -
to constantly pour all of my love and devotion
into everyone
and see them turn their cheek
i'm the shiny nickel you saw on the sidewalk
that you didn't pick up
i'm the opportunity to skydive
that you declined
i'm the rays of the sun that glaze your skin on the beach
that you must protect yourself from
i'm the one that is liked but never loved
seen but never heard
cares but is uncared for
and is always the second choice
Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 9:57 PM UTC
I need happy
and sun and breeze and warmth
and slow, steady breathing
I need constant
and true and unfailing
I need willing
I really need touch
to be held, to hold back
to feel your breath over my neck
to feel your lips meet the small of my back
I need my lips grazing your arms
my hands sliding over your chest
I need innocence
I need calm and new and refreshing
and honest and hopeful
Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 10:44 PM UTC
an old soul trapped inside a 16 year old body
his words poured over her with the deepest devotion
that he could to offer her torn and ragged heart
in the back of her mind, something tugged
and whispered
don't let him go
she told him about her deepest fears
and how they came true a year ago
he told her how he'd like to trace the outline of her
on his satin bedspread
until she fell soundly and safely asleep for the first time in months
every morning she woke up and believed the sunlight
peeking through the slits in her curtains
because she knew it was a reflection of him
thinking of her
she sits alone in her bed with the lights on
and wonders where he went and why he went there
whether she had done something wrong or if it was an honest mistake
whether or not the skin on his chest was pure sunshine
like she had always imagined it to be
and most importantly
if she ever crosses his mind
Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 7:48 PM UTC
dark, silent room
feet tangled in old flannel sheets
slow breathing, deep breathing
arms wrapped around a pillow
but eyes wide open
mind buzzing with discomfort
heart sinking with loneliness
until the sun spills through her window
Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 7:40 PM UTC