there will come a time
when I will be entirely anew
every inch of my skin
will be untouched by you
the hair you used to stroke
will become dead ends
that I will slowly cut away
only the ghost of your hands
will linger
May 4
May 4, 2026 at 3:31 PM UTC
She opened her heart to you
like a butterfly opens its wings
Gently and with caution
But also full of excitement and hope
You showed her the beauty and strength
she had within
So she put her heart in the palm of your hands
for what she hoped, would be the last time.
Apr 20, 2020
Apr 20, 2020 at 1:57 PM UTC
she stopped searching for the light
in times of darkness
and instead, set the world aglow
one smile at a time
Sep 3, 2019
Sep 3, 2019 at 2:30 PM UTC
your silence screams my name
captivating my desire
but it's all in my head
because my ears long for the words
that will never be said
Aug 14, 2019
Aug 14, 2019 at 5:09 PM UTC
the wounds from life's "almost's"
dissect the heart in ways that are impossible to explain
the sheer concept of a "could have been"
is full of mystery and deep disappointment
a longing to know if one aspect was different
maybe everything would have been
Jul 18, 2019
Jul 18, 2019 at 3:17 PM UTC
you were
a few sentences
on a page
in a chapter
of her life long book
but those sentences
were compelling enough
to give her hope
that future chapters
could be rewritten
and, maybe, she'd find you then.
Jul 9, 2019
Jul 9, 2019 at 2:02 PM UTC
in the chaos of my mind
i found stillness in your eyes
Jul 1, 2019
Jul 1, 2019 at 3:57 PM UTC
Love isn't something you trip and fall into
not when it's right-
Love is exhilarating
but calm and steady.
It's not an accident because
it is purposeful and safe.
When it's really love
you won't ever land-
Because you'll be too busy
rising, to have ever fallen.
Jun 24, 2019
Jun 24, 2019 at 2:58 PM UTC
she was wiser than most
and overly cautious at times
because of this.
her quiet observations
were the reasons
for her hesitation.
she kept her distance
with all but a few.
a few, who knew the woman
she really was.
the woman of fury and strength
that lived inside-
her outwardly coy demenour.
Jun 18, 2019
Jun 18, 2019 at 6:27 PM UTC
as every ounce of confidence she has falls from her heavy wet lashes onto the bathroom floor,
she sits and wonders how someone so strong and beautiful can crumble within seconds
but the emptiness and confusion she feels in her soul is simply her own demons scratching from her core to get out;
for her to free them from weighing her down
Jun 18, 2019
Jun 18, 2019 at 6:19 PM UTC