i want to bake a strawberry pie. i want to blend sugar in the sunlight. i want to craft stories out of my imagination. i want to waltz under stars and tango through the heat of the beach. i want to read. i want to learn. i want to grow. i want to wake up early in the morning and watch the sunrise from my roof. i want to go to bed with clean sheets and watching Netflix with you. i want to bake a strawberry pie. i want to stroll down a boardwalk. i want to smile at the sun. i want to run. i want to swim in the ocean. i want to tan on sand and cleanse myself in outdoor showers and eat icepops before dinner. i want to go back to the city. i want to bake a strawberry pie.
Apr 5, 2020
Apr 5, 2020 at 6:36 PM UTC
you may be my number two
but I still can't believe you wanted me to be one
of your lucky girls. It was barely three
days before
you said you'd wanted me for five
months. Now in four
days I have to leave you three
thousand miles away. Is it too
soon for you to be my one?
Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 11:25 PM UTC
I prefer sunrise
I prefer running to walking
where running is allowed
I prefer walking to driving
where walking is reasonable
I prefer daydreams
I prefer dogs
I prefer black coffee
I prefer bagels
I prefer not having breakfast at all
I prefer believing humans
are fascinating creatures
I prefer belief in the unknown
I prefer not knowing
I prefer learning
I prefer reading
I prefer books with tea
I prefer food as a passage to
knowing someone's heart
I prefer knowing people deeply
I prefer to think of people complexly
I prefer paintings
I prefer watercolors
I prefer presents made by hand
I prefer the idea that curiosity
helped the cat
I prefer keychains
I prefer watching idiosyncratic
things that make you unique
I prefer that the universe
is vast
I prefer believing in minute
beauty
I prefer finding joy in the day-to-day
care we take of one another
I prefer the unthinkable can be thought
Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 11:20 PM UTC
my mother told me
love is simply: terrified
they could go away
Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 11:13 PM UTC
i want to capture
certain vocabulary
in the shape of you
Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 11:12 PM UTC
most of her works are
serenades to miracles
that occur daily
Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 11:11 PM UTC
i want to create
beautiful rhythms of joy;
like i read in class
Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 11:10 PM UTC
i like to haiku
but szymborska poetry
captures my heart now
Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 11:09 PM UTC
there's a feeling i succumb to
it's murky dark straight pain
sometimes its fleeting feeling
stays in from the rain
i comfort it and welcome
provide cookies and hot tea
it makes itself a home here
deep inside of me
the murky dark straight pain
the one i come to be
May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 3:55 PM UTC
did you know my heart for certain?
when you said you fell in love
or only did you see the parts of me
that i let visible through
late night car drives
lunch conversations
blue text message
and white crumpled bed sheets
May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 3:50 PM UTC