The night we landed in the same room, I knew I wanted to be in every one you went into
All nine of my lives gone with one look in your eyes
From then on I knew you were a drag I couldn’t stop breathing in
I wanted to know every word to the story behind the pain you tried to hide behind that smile that seemed so sly
But now I know that’s the one you make when you try your best not to cry
It was the color on my fingernails
And the way I held my glass
The single clip in my hair that kept my bangs back
How I maintained eye contact and didn’t allow distraction in the conversation that I so desperately wanted to have
Effortless talk with a familiar stranger as it was to me
But really it was a second chance with an old friend you received
One that smells a little different and talks a little loud
Sense of humor that changed but a laugh that sounds the same
Important similarities but lacking what you miss most
Her voice and how it carried the most beautiful notes
You told me of her kindness and the man she made you to be
And how you still visit her at least once a week
It was love for me and all this time I believed it was the same for you
With every story you tell
I can’t help but to love her too
The parts of her you see in me I’m thankful I can be
Yet if those are the parts you love the most, where does that leave me?
Now that I know the pain deep in your soul, I wish I would’ve let you keep your story untold
And maybe I could fall asleep believing you're happy next to me
And maybe, just maybe, you’re not only in love with the parts of a person I can never be
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 12:09 PM UTC
The longest road in my small town
Divided by a highway now
We always hung a right as I looked left
The only side I ever knew
As a kid I never had a clue
What turning left might really mean for me
The sunsets are just sweeter
The snow’s a little deeper
Those crickets sing their song every night
Wishing I could hang that right once again
You won’t ever find me wondrin’ if Island Road was better on the other end
Got married at a young nineteen
That boy he swept me off my feet
And took me to the other end of the street
Life was never truly bliss, learning how to never quit
It wasn’t much, but just enough to get by
We had our share of tough heartbreaks
Right across the interstate
Despite our growing pains we stayed true
Me and you against the world
We had it out with our landlords
And seen the work of God in our front yard
We couldn’t see as many stars as I once did
On the other end
Road that sounds like paradise
One you pass and don’t look twice
But you never do forget that feeling of home
Now my home has been hauled off
Sitting there, an empty lot
A land that’s haunted with my memories
The good, the bad, the ugly too
As a kid I never had a clue
What turning left might really mean for me
Feb 5
Feb 5, 2026 at 8:50 AM UTC
I have come to the conclusion:
I am too aware
Too aware of the people around me
The way they wear their expressions when I speak
Immediately letting me know whether I'm accepted or a put off
Too aware of myself
Carefully choosing each word in my head before spitting it out
Then immediately second guessing the sentence as it falls off my tongue
I begin to think I'm viewed as a joke by many
Someone to make fun of once backs are turned
Someone who is never taken seriously
But that's what happens when too many people make you feel like an outsider in a crowd
Or is it due to overanalyzing each social interaction I have
Feeling untrue feelings
Making inaccurate assumptions
But maybe, just maybe
They appreciate me
But how can you ever really know for sure?
Mar 14, 2020
Mar 14, 2020 at 11:29 PM UTC
Talents
The unique traits
That set you apart
Stand you tall above crowds
Adding value to your priceless worth
Talents
Written onto your soul
Dying to escape
Molding the person you are
Soaring to places of opportunity
Showing the world your true purpose
Talents
Give you desire
Give you ambition
Confidence
Drive
Passion
Talents
Desperate to be used
Needing to be shared
Longing for appreciation
For if left undiscovered, you may
never find yourself
Jun 21, 2018
Jun 21, 2018 at 12:27 AM UTC
You write about your empty heart
You open the blinds
He asks, "Why?"
You say, "I like looking at the stars."
He says, "Maybe the stars like looking at you."
Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 11:45 PM UTC
You have no idea
Thats what kills me
The silence that must be kept
And can't be spoken
Keep it deep inside
Never let it out
Or else something may happen
Something that turns the perspective you have upside down
The truth you know becomes a lie
Everything around you takes a step back
And re-examines who you are
You know how you were made
Who you were meant to be
How you're supposed to live
But life's getting in the way
The want to's are becoming have to's
And the have to's will change everything
You're not ready
You never will be
You don't want to be
You're following against everything you've come to know
Your heart wants it all
Your mind says stop
You always have been an intellectual
Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 11:41 PM UTC
I love when we lie down together at night
Exhausted from the weight the day has put on us
You turn to your left and I follow close behind
Wrapping my right arm around you while my left hand is on your sweet head
My favorite part of the day soon follows
Your breaths become deeper
Your chest rises high and falls so slow
Your muscles begin to relax causing a twitch to travel from your toes to your fingers
Small grunts escape from your mouth as your body tries to fight its rest
Soon, your body is still
All I can hear is the air being pulled in and pushed out of your lungs
Your body is now in peaceful slumber
Resting for tomorrow's day
I then close my eyes
Thinking of how thankful I am that you place your tired body in my arms every night and how abundantly blessed I am
to always be the last to fall asleep
Aug 12, 2016
Aug 12, 2016 at 12:10 AM UTC
Walking through this life blind folded
Never knowing my destination
Stumbling and falling over things I didn't know would trip me
Not noticing the dark clouds on the horizon until it's too late to find cover
I come in walking tall, only to come out crawling
Where am I supposed to go?
How am I supposed to know?
I can't see the map
I don't know what's right
But I do know what's left
Growing too weary to keep walking, but that's all I can do
I keep hoping I'll arrive soon, but one question harbors my mind
"How am I supposed to get there if I don't even know when I'm lost?"
Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 11:49 PM UTC
If I was to die today, I'd die in the dress I bought for our honeymoon
I'd hope you know I wasn't scared
I'd hope you know I would be in His arms
I'd hope you know that I'd want you to move forward with my memories
I'd hope you know that I wouldn't want your laugh to die with me
I'd hope you know that there will be someone who understands and can help
I'd hope you know that I didn't leave you on purpose
I'd hope you know that I'd watch over you
And always be by your side
Because my love for you will never die with me
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 8:50 AM UTC
I tend to find poems that include the title a little cliché.
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 2:55 AM UTC