the quietness of life
has always brought me
great comfort.
but at your memorial
service they said,
"heaven got a little
bit louder, and this world
got a whole lot quieter."
and now I can't help
but want everything to be
as loud as possible.
Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 12:15 AM UTC
it's been quite some time
since we've spoken, or seen
each other in person.
our brother still doesn't understand.
mom and dad don't talk about
you anymore, nobody really does.
maybe it's because of the distance,
or maybe it's because everybody
thinks since you're an adult you don't
need us anymore. but to me, you are still much more than name or a face in a photo album.
I used to tell so many stories of you and I.
from our late night talks, to how I used
to jump into your arms whenever you walked
into the room.
I'm sorry I have become silent in recent years, for I have found the presence of a sister in many friends. it fills up the empty space you left in my heart, but I always leave space for you in my mind.
I still look through the pictures
of us, and it still hurts that you're not
there to see them too.
I still wonder about you all the time.
I wonder if your hair is still short, if I'm still taller than you, or if you really
joined the military or if you decided on getting a degree instead.
I wonder if your address is still in florida,
or if you've moved across the globe like
you always wanted to. sometimes I can't
help but wonder if you live amongst the
stars now, and the only thing left of you is a stone. and I really hope that isn't the case.
I just hope, wherever you are whatever you
are doing you are smiling. I hope I cross your
mind every once in awhile, even if it's just
for a second. I hope we meet again and the silence will broken between us. and if you are in the stars, I hope I can make you proud.
Jul 16, 2016
Jul 16, 2016 at 12:19 AM UTC
With every new person I meet
I will spend my time picking them apart,
in hopes of finding pieces of you among
the wreckage.
And when I finally have all the pieces,
I will spend how ever long it takes
rebuilding a replica of you
into a mosaic of the person I fell
in love with more and more each day.
It would never live up to the real you,
but at least I would still have something
to hold onto while you're busy holding
someone else.
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 11:00 AM UTC
the blue color of the sky.
the feeling of missing something,
I never was able to call mine in the first place.
the view of my sunset out my window.
the playlist I listen to, to help me sleep.
somehow, it all leads back to you and only you.
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 6:42 PM UTC
you are lightning and every step
you take towards me or every
word you say to me sends electric
waves throughout me
even when I meet
your stolen glances at me
the waves hit crashing and bashing
unable to be tamed long after you look or walk away
scientifically speaking, lightning is
supposed to hurt, its supposed to
leave a path of destruction and leave
an amount of wreckage that nobody
saw coming but you, you clean
up the wreckage that I make of
myself you don't hurt, you heal
you are lightning like they have
never seen before, you are a miracle
and I just hope that one day
I can do the same for you because
you and I both know that your spark
will burn out and will need to be
ignited again
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 7:42 PM UTC