Sunday sun-dazed steamy sweet haze
of our warm breath coats the icy
window panes the sky shines bluer
than our fingers in the snow so
sleep on dreamer while we wait for
summer days to breathe again
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 10:13 AM UTC
first a date, then a kiss
love songs are made of this
you’ll say I’m beautiful
I’ll love your smile
you’ll promise crazy things
I’ll dream of diamond rings
we can be innocent
just for a while
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 8:43 AM UTC
we fall in and out of shape like
raindrops beating on
your windows,
and
I wonder
if you like to jump
in puddles like I do, or if
you hide under
umbrellas
with
the rest,
afraid of storms?
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 4:43 PM UTC
we were nothing
but caffeine and lipstick
promises in
black and white
on sheets of paper
never signed
despite a leaky
ballpoint pen--blue--
like your eyes
when we said
goodbye
and
sometimes I
write in ink and
you occur to me
in smudges between
letters and broken
thoughts
because
I live on
with no regrets
I still feel
guilt for yours
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 9:59 AM UTC
clear blue skies
no rain today
just breeze and
beams of sun on
window panes
are broken but
no one quite
remembers
how or why
they got that way
janet
thinks
they should
be fixed
I don’t
because
sometimes
things are
broken
for a reason
and
no one
really
looks
through
anyway
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 1:54 PM UTC
you
can paint
in the spaces
between
my thoughts
and
I'll patch
up the holes
between
your dreams
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 4:01 PM UTC
you
can call
me
whatever you
like
so long as
I
can call
you
mine
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 10:39 AM UTC
sometimes when you fade into the
background of my thoughts (we all know that's not
often) I open my eyes and see the
city street again instead of your running
feet flashing down that hall wrapped in gray
and the stars dim above our ceiling made
of streetlight beams and car exhaust,
twinkling so madly
desperate to be seen.
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 3:04 PM UTC
I'd rather run
13.1 miles in
two hours
filled with
sweat and tears
than be your
kind of
Beautiful
again,
my dear.
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 11:04 PM UTC
you come so easy to
me
like Taylor Swift songs and
breathing
and smiles
and the silence at
the end of
my thoughts
never felt so
full
without you
breathing
in and out
and on my neck
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 12:00 AM UTC