my head is being pushed into water by sets of hands. sometimes the water finds its way into my tear ducts. sometimes into my lungs.
the hands never identify themselves. but sometimes when i wiggle my fingers, my head itches.
Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 9:09 PM UTC
sometimes i forget
that when you left
you took nothing with you.
sometimes i forget
that my music isn’t mine.
my outlook: shaped by you.
you took nothing from me.
sometimes the spaces
you occupied within me
light up. reminding me
that while you left, you also
left so much more
to be discovered.
sometimes i see your fingerprints
everywhere.
Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 9:04 PM UTC
you, my love, are both.
both the warrior and the healer.
both the scholar and the giggles.
both the smile and the voice.
both the dreamer and the work.
both the sister and the friend.
you, my dear, are and.
sweet and fire and
daring and soft and poems
and rain and lightning and
sunshine and brave
and shy and quiet and
booming and stubborn
and red and lively and
blue and burning.
you, my sister, are not everything.
but anything.
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 8:31 PM UTC
when the day comes where their smile
becomes more of a prayer than a greeting,
don't panic.
you don't have to kiss them or **** yourself,
you can just watch them smile for two years.
you will stop going to church.
It will no longer feel like where
you hold your faith.
don't panic.
you don't have to choose between heaven
and and hell, you can just watch
them smile for two whole years.
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 8:39 PM UTC
i didn't realize how much i needed you,
until i could no longer see you,
and you no longer looked up as you passed me.
and i am trying to understand,
i am trying to understand.
but it feels like a punch in the stomach
every time i think about
how you used to instinctively
grab my hand when you laughed.
Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 10:27 PM UTC
i convinced myself that you loved me in the same way i would swear i heard hooves on my roof late on Christmas Eve. it was just so very real, until it wasn't.
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 8:50 PM UTC
like hydrangeas,
you must allow yourself to bleed.
to fade from one truth
to another like from
blue to purple to pink.
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 8:49 PM UTC
I am building sandcastles out
of the love letters you
will one day write me.
Some sand will blown away,
and these become unspoken
promises and silent words
hanging in the air
between us.
We will build our
sandcastle to be beautiful.
And we will build it to
inevitably wash away.
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 9:50 PM UTC
don't ever tell me that you
were never mine.
when for months on end
when you couldn't sleep
you texted me at 3:00 a.m.
i would stay awake for
you and talk you down
from whatever hell was
occurring in your mind.
some nights you wouldn't
text me. and I would
stay up anyway,
writing obituaries all
night long.
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 9:46 PM UTC
tell me again why
we wouldn't work.
because you are smiling,
and I am smiling,
and happiness is
not a given.
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 2:23 AM UTC