People won't fall in love with you just because you are good at love
But isn't this what life is supposed to be about?
You tell me to follow my dreams but secretly hope theyre sensible enough to follow because God forbid it's unattainable and you end up alone and picky
May 8, 2022
May 8, 2022 at 2:00 PM UTC
Perhaps home is not where the heart is, but
in fleeting moments of glee,
and the joy of being free
Perhaps it looks like a person, the arms of your mother, or lover,
or no one at all—
Perhaps home lies in the passion the sun blinding the waves in the sea
Perhaps it's faded in tales that were never meant to be—
Perhaps it's time to rewrite what home means to me
May 8, 2022
May 8, 2022 at 1:51 PM UTC
Get over it
It's not pretty to stew in these feelings
It shows on your face
In your aura
You are not sunshine
You are the sun
Jan 4, 2022
Jan 4, 2022 at 8:52 AM UTC
And I hate that it looks like the steady stride we take across the parking lot when you talk about your day while my footsteps steer me towards your car ready to settle into us
Jan 4, 2022
Jan 4, 2022 at 8:44 AM UTC