There's this space between yes and no.
Between a nod of the head or a shake.
It's after you confess, "hey... I like you”, and before the other replies.
A kind of limbo of ticking bombs that makes you feel like you might explode.
But it also makes you feel safe.
A space where nothing has gone right just yet, but nothing has gone wrong either.
A mixture of eager anticipation and fear.
A happy, in-between where nothing is built or destroyed.
Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 3:00 PM UTC
Seriously, the guy looks like a Greek god.
The spitting image of Zeus, himself.
I trip over words and feelings every time he’s around.
A fumbling mess of, “Hey, how are you?” and “I read your horoscope last night.”
A vibrant pulse of jitters and excitement, because every time I see him I think, “This is it, this is the day he notices me.”
But it isn’t.
I feel like a bubblegum fairy in a world with an abundance of light and dandelions…
Is that stupid?
Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 8:47 AM UTC
Very seldom do things happen instantly,
But we were an exception.
A firework of heart-burn and sparks.
Exploding fast, happening all at once.
We left nothing to chance,
and instead found a pure, thrilling, bliss.
Exhilaration without hesitation.
A leap into nothingness without fear.
And we ended just as quickly as we started.
We didn’t fade to black like rolling credits.
Because our love wasn’t a movie.
It didn't have time to development into a meaningful plot.
We were there, and then we weren’t.
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 5:30 PM UTC
Her wrists were meant for music festival wristbands and scars
At least they weren't wounds anymore
Just memories of a girl who lived there before
Side to side; crooked
As if done carelessly
I knew her movements weren't careless
They were precise
Dancing
Boy, could she dance
Pretending her thoughts were light
Like the skirt flowing out around her
Her wrists were meant for music festival wristbands and scars
Because she knew she needed to heal
Oct 20, 2017
Oct 20, 2017 at 8:36 PM UTC
When I looked at you I felt everything. All of the colors and feelings that I didn't know I had. Four shades of sadness, two shades of anger, but an abundance of happiness. No, not happiness. Adventure. In you there was everything that excited me, yet nothing of what I needed. Just a wide array of shapes that were never actually defined, that never actually fit together. There was never a clear picture with you, never certainty. And maybe that's what made the painting of you so beautiful, nothing was set in place, always moving , always changing. Always fluid; never solid. By that I mean thrilling. You were a kaleidoscope and every time I looked through you, you changed. Quickly and suddenly. I knew trusting you was like trusting in a optical instrument, but I did it anyways. At the end of us when the colors became dull and the shapes changed slowly, you gave me a look I will never forget. It was the same look a boy gave me in 9th grade biology. We had been looking through a microscope at slides of different organisms the whole class period. We were describing them and drawing them and after a while he looked at me and said "you know, I really don't care to look through this thing anymore. I'm really bored with it". He looked at me disappointed. It's a microscope's job to zoom in on the big picture, to look closer and define; to shape. When I looked at you, I felt everything. But when you looked at me, you felt bored. I remember once you told me I make a really big thing out of small things. I remember once I called you a kaleidoscope and in response you called me a microscope.
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 10:06 PM UTC