I'll try to forgive you
but I can't pretend nothing happened.
You broke my heart.
That happened.
Granted, you let me down gracefully
but a pillow can't stop a bullet.
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 12:59 AM UTC
My vision went black
All my senses were numb
But somehow
I knew I had to get out
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 12:28 AM UTC
i miss you, still
no longer in a deep, aching way,
but rather in the dull hum of my car radio
i hope you smiled today
and while you’re getting swept up
in the excitement and mystery and
passion of this confusing, intriguing,
heartbreaking, beautiful life,
i hope you never forget what is most important
i hope you remember that
it’s not about finding someone to complete
and write sappy poems about,
it’s not about listening to soft music on repeat
with your eyes closed,
wishing you were somewhere else
or someone else,
and it’s not about doing well on exams,
or traveling the world,
or always being artificial sunshine
instead of being real
because it’s okay to have sad days,
and a number in the corner of a page
can’t give you lasting satisfaction,
and you can’t be everyone’s prince charming,
and while music stirs up something
so beautiful inside of us,
you can’t hide in your melancholy world
of D minor, forever
every night i pray that you’re not lost,
that you’re somehow finding your way,
and although
i can’t speak these words to you directly,
i hope you know
i’ll always care
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 12:08 PM UTC
i don’t want to sit around all day
impatiently waiting for him to call
and when i finally hear his voice
i don’t want to feel like he’s
the air in my lungs i need to breathe
and when it’s time to say goodbye
i don’t want to fight over
who should hang up first
i’m not looking for someone
to make me feel whole,
because i already am
i’m not looking for someone
to save me because
i’ve already been saved
i don’t want to be holding
hands at the wrist so if (when)
he lets go, i’m still holding on
i don’t want in-between
fake promises from prince charming
i want diner breakfasts
at 3 in the morning and
long car rides with broken radios
and handwritten letters with
nothing scribbled out because
he doesn’t care about perfection,
he cares about being real
when it’s time,
i want to be in love
not in love
with feeling loved
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 11:59 AM UTC
These old wooden floors shake with each footstep
Cold air seeps through the cracks in the walls
Dust has settled on the piano
These keys haven't been played in far too long
My mind is tired
My dry skin aches
Everything was easier when you were here
I don't remember the last thing you said to me
But I know it wasn't goodbye
What will we think when we look back on this
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 12:26 AM UTC
Blistered hands, blistered feet
Hit hard and left confused
Is the rocking boat or the betrayal
making me sick?
The salt water on my cheeks
either came from the ocean or my eyes
But what difference does it make
Blistered hands, blistered feet
Broken heart
Two thousand miles couldn't soften the blow
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 6:21 PM UTC
The sky used to be bright
but now the clouds conceal the sun
Climbing down from the highest branches
the wind urges me to let go
My wandering mind would soar to the clouds
while my fragile body fell to the ground
I took aim and fired
but my arrow was lost among the leaves
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 5:19 PM UTC
But you see,
if I tried to get rid of
everything that reminded me of you
I would be left with nothing
You have wound your way
into every aspect of my life
I hear you in every song
I see you in every sunset
because I know you're watching the same one
And I wonder if you think of me
when you see brown eyes
or when you listen
to the songs we both love
And I wonder if it would be as hard
for you to get rid of me
as it would
for me to get rid of you
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 10:55 PM UTC