it is magical
and mundane
it is freeing
and confining
it is sad
and hopeful
it is whimsical
and weary
it is lovely
and lonely
it is beautiful
and worrisome
it is exciting
and terrifying
it is painful in its longing
and wonderful in its hope
it is stretching
and settling
it is comforting
and confusing
it is clarifying
and disorienting
it is joyful
and aching
it is a lifetime of words
and sometimes in its numbness
it is no words at all
to be single far past when
you
ever
thought
you’d
be.
Apr 23
Apr 23, 2026 at 1:45 AM UTC
there’s a strange kind of melancholy
in the finished lines of knowing
that a book has finally ended
and there will be no more world building
it’s 4:13am and I lie here
a runners high building up
to the crash
of all the ways I threw myself
into the storylines and the flash
of love and sorrow and pain in pages
into the narratives and bylines
and the me and you between the spaces
because that’s the thing
about these romance books
I say I read them
just for fun
but I know I read them because
in every line I see remnants
of my past loves
so here I go to pick another one
Jun 7, 2025
Jun 7, 2025 at 4:21 AM UTC
it’s 3:09am on thursday
another romcom novel
lies
in my
lap
racing through it as i read
the same kinds of stories
yes, i know the ending, because
i need the
happy
ever
all-the-things
i guess i am no better
since i am a sucker for all the sap
i zip past the plotted out pain
skim through the lines
and find the ink-to-page artifice of love
it’s not real, yes, but
fills an ache-
(though never truly really fills)
of what you left behind
and how you’ve ruined me
at best
the dopamine
or cathartic thrill
dies down by the very last
but i always pick
back up these books
knowing my HEA is coming
just
around
the
bend
do i still believe it’s coming?
is happily really
meant for
me?
or is it just for the select few?
i revived this space
and came back
really just to say-
i heard you kissed
another girl
the night before
your wedding day
Jun 6, 2025
Jun 6, 2025 at 3:24 AM UTC
i used to hate having
my photo taken
to see every flaw and imperfection on display.
i used to hate
the photos taken
the ones you glued into our scrapbook.
but now?
i love the photos given
& what they do to me.
for before
it felt like memories stolen
a painful reminder of
love
lost
today?
it reminds me of memories given
all the love we gave
it's scrapbooked in my memory
and brings a smile to my brain
so thank you for the photos taken
as they no longer bring me any pain.
Jan 19, 2022
Jan 19, 2022 at 4:11 PM UTC
i lost myself
so i went for a drive
& the cracked payment led me here
i then pulled to the side
on that foggy night ride
& remembered my dreams
& the mountains i'd climbed
& the dragons i'd slain
& the nights i was weak
- but decided to stay,
if only for
one
more
try
to just stay
just stay,
oh please,
please stay.
so on that foggy night drive
i found myself
on the edge of that bridge
just repeating a phrase
& then i realized:
my soul is fierce,
my heart is brave,
& from here is where all the best stories are made.
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 1:14 AM UTC
i'm not sure when
we turned the corner,
but i'm not sure that i mind.
your laugh echoes through
the small cracks he left,
but they fill them quite well, i find.
so it's hard to write
just quite the words
to explain the flutters inside,
but my heart does this thing
when you smile
just like the moon pulls on the tides.
May 15, 2017
May 15, 2017 at 12:10 AM UTC
im lying here in bed wondering when we will meet again, and angry that i trusted you with words no one else has read.
you took my firsts- my words and touches, and i assumed you would be my last, but you took them and never looked back.
i guess that's why i haven't written on paper since.
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 2:20 PM UTC
you used to leap over mountains
to reach me
you used to sail through the seas
to see me
you used to journey through darkness
to hold me
and now you can't be bothered to do anything at all.
because you simply "dont have the time."
s
o
s q
e u
because t i i
i l c
m f k
e l
y
and then days become weeks,
weeks become months
& then it's becomes years since we've spoken
you say you don't have time,
but they say that you make time for the
people
you
love.
Jan 31, 2017
Jan 31, 2017 at 1:35 AM UTC
blue eyes, crashing into the seas of my heart.
you created a storm when you came and left.
now you're gone, and the ocean has left little but ripples to remind me of what once was.
now you're gone, and i miss you.
but i remember the tidal waves that once were,
and i am fine with the peace that now is.
so i guess storms like you only come once in a lifetime.
and i guess that passion will never return quite like it did before.
and i guess that's okay.
because i don't think i ever want to find a storm better than ours.
Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 2:58 AM UTC
kinda regret taking for granted all those mornings i spent
waking
up
to
you.
Dec 22, 2016
Dec 22, 2016 at 4:15 AM UTC