I want to take you by the hand and show you things
I want to talk about space
Roll my eyes at you when secretly I can't get enough
Show me your atmosphere
I want us to have separate constellations in the same Galaxy
I want to be able to see your star from mine
The patterns of light that make up who you are
The patterns only space knows of
I want you to explore
Admire every inch of what you find
Look for a vacancy among the stars that compose my thoughts
And feel so comfortable there that you never burn out
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 11:56 PM UTC
It's not that I miss you
I miss your scent
I miss the way it wraps me up, tucks me in
I miss your skin
The way it collaborates with mine
To make what we know as a beautiful masterpiece
The map of you and I
I miss the trails that lead us to sleep
The roads that we don't remember taking
Until we doze off to our final destination
Ultimately being morning
I miss the smell of nostalgia
The collaboration of skin
But I don't miss you
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 11:34 PM UTC
Do you ever feel you are in a purgatory of your own making?
Do you ever wish something would transition
Transition to the side where I am living again
push me to the side that isn't so stale
The side that doesn't resemble the exhausted tune you can't get out of your head
The side whose lyrics aren't tired, whose shoes aren't worn
Something new, neither black or white
A place where there isn't only black and white,
Let me find the gray area and live in it
for although it's uncomfortable,
it is far more colorful than anywhere I have previously been
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 4:03 PM UTC
There is something really beautiful about waking up with someone
Sleeping is such an intimate thing
To trust someone enough to lay there with them unconscious for hours
Waking up and remembering where you are and who you're with
It's like we both survived to see another day, a personal victory of mine lately
and although I can't promise you the next year, or month, or week even
You have the next 24 hours in my head
A place that was once so vacant
Is a place to lay your head.
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 10:48 AM UTC
Sometimes ignorance is bliss
The kind of ignorance that keeps us from knowing how a hospital smells
Or what the person we love the most truly feels about us
Or what it feels like to say goodbye
But sometimes ignorance is a fire
The kind of ignorance that keeps you from accepting someone
Or the ignorance that puts you at war with those that are suffering
The kind of ignorance that preys on vulnerability
Sometimes curiosity kills ignorance
Takes vengeance on the unknown
Curiosity becoming a crossroad
For which most of us take the road traveled most
Killing beautiful ignorance for good.
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 1:52 AM UTC
Maybe some things need to be read over and over again to be resonated
Sometimes we think we have read it for the final time because it hurt the most or it felt like the past
But maybe we have more control than that
Maybe the last time is exactly when you make it.
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 1:45 AM UTC
The way I loved you can’t be measured
It can’t be measured in kisses, or sweet nothings
Because we never touched, despite only the slightest of hand holding
And everything we said meant something
Tell me old love, can you remember what it’s like to live without regret
To only have the worries of when we would meet again on our minds
Exchanging of words meaning just that
The world was so kind
Draw me a world that was that kind again
Paint me a world without reality
Take me back to the times of star gazing
And writing children’s novels
Thinking those days were everlasting,
Take me to that kind of infinity
Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC
Fear dances in the halls of my memories
Fear resides in most of my present
It does not care where I am
It threatens me
I see fears shadow in things I used to love doing
I see fear in the eyes of those I love
Fear dances with others
Fear is not faithful to only one
Fear is reliable
However fear is also the last to leave
But the first to arrive
Fear is a four letter word
Or an enemy
Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 7:00 PM UTC
I have never cared more deeply for something so temporary
I trimmed the dead leaves and put them in water to preserve them for as long as I could
Make them stay alive
as alive as I felt when you gave them to me
I keep them in sunlight
something so beautiful deserves to see more than my desk
and the papers that flood it
The ornaments of my life that surround the vase in which my flowers reside
The ornaments that sometimes remind me of when I didn't feel as alive
The poems I had forgotten to finish
for emotions can be just as temporary as flowers
but we try and keep them alive
So we cut the dead leaves
we stick them in a vase
feed them sunlight
and care so deeply, even if it's as temporary as flowers
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 1:56 PM UTC
I feel like nothing when you touch me
Parts of me flaking away
Being carried away in the winds that you control
carrying them places I am not allowed to find
I feel heartbroken
Every time you take a piece
Not even examining it before crushing it on the floor
Making me feel crazy for wanting attention or to be read
Picking apart my every thought
Making me feel it should be my last
making me feel nauseous at the sound of my own voice
Making me want to throw up everything I ever said to you
I am wrong
Always wrong
I am nothing
Always nothing.
to you.
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 12:15 AM UTC