The few years I had bad bones in my body
are years I regret.
But maybe bones shed like snake skin does
and the bad bones
withered away.
I pride myself on being a good person -
people know it
and feel safe with telling me their problems
without uttering
a word to anybody else.
But I still worry if I'm good enough to be considered
a good person.
If I said it, then I am a good person, right?
Is it enough though?
I'm not so sure.
Jul 29, 2016
Jul 29, 2016 at 6:41 PM UTC
I'm the person who cleans up after
parties -
the kind of person who makes the
host ask
"Who cleaned up?"
and leave the room wondering who the
kind guest was.
Maybe it's because it eases my
troubled mind
when I'm the only one who's awake,
but then
you come down the stairs and I feel
a sudden calm
as you hold me in your arms.
Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 9:08 PM UTC
One day the sun rose
and it graced my face with light
while I still felt rain.
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 2:15 AM UTC
With you, I hang up the phone
like I’m taking a bandaid off --
swiftly and quickly.
They say that way,
there's much less pain.
Which is strange, because
I'm still able to feel some pain,
even if I pound on the "end call"
button to make not talking to you
less painful.
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 1:13 AM UTC
I have never felt more beautiful
with mascara running down my face
when you drunkenly told me you wanted
to marry me with your head in the toilet.
In the morning,
you said "I shouldn't
have said those things...
but they are very true."
When you put your hand over my heart,
I swear that's when everything changed.
When you drive,
and you see cars
in front of you
with their blinkers on
and you wait
to see when the
blinkers will all
blink together -
that's how it felt
when I was waiting
for both of our heartbeats
to be in sync with each other.
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 12:14 AM UTC
You make me feel like
I've got sunbeams
shooting out from
every pore of my being.
I never thought I'd feel
content with you not here,
all the while still craving
you behind me kissing
my neck and caressing
my hips and hands.
Visit me in my dreams tonight.
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 2:36 AM UTC
I cried
when Eleanor and Park
held hands for the first time.
Maybe it’s that memory
of a first relationship thing.
Or maybe it’s just so sweet
that it makes you a little sick
in the best way possible.
But it’s probably because
I thought about you
the entire time I read it
and about how I still can feel
every fingerprint you’ve grazed
across my skin from September to now.
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 2:14 AM UTC
Last year,
if you told us
that we would part
twice in one year,
we'd laugh in complete
disbelief and go on
******* face,
not having one single care
in the whole entire world...
...yet here we are.
More though -
there you are,
and here I am.
Now that you're gone,
the sun is brighter.
Now that you're gone,
my head doesn't hurt.
Now that you're gone,
the world seems sweeter.
Now that you're gone,
I smile so much more.
But --
you're gone.
No more.
I told myself
"You are through"
but --
I can't get you out of my head.
Now that you're gone,
I feel so empty.
Now that you're gone,
my heart aches.
Now that you're gone,
I am so alone.
Now that you're gone...
who will be there?
I know now, that I will be there.
For me.
Me and me only.
I still will love you forever,
but I am stronger than before.
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 8:56 PM UTC
Someday I'll come home
and not feel a weight
pull me into the dark --
I'll be filled with light.
For once my life won't be
empty with no knowing
for tomorrow, but instead
filled with nothing but love.
I just have to get there.
The journey is long, I know.
I've known it all my life.
But in the blink of an eye
I went from six to eighteen,
so is it really that long?
Who knows, I guess.
I'm close. Slowly and surely
I'll be getting there.
Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 12:39 AM UTC
A name chosen well for you.
Every time I visited my friend,
your little feet would pit-pat-pit
right straight up to the door.
ESPECIALLY when mom came.
My friend was allergic, and
you absolutely loved my mom.
So we welcomed you with open arms
and very open hearts into our home.
When I first saw you in the house
it was strange, I wasn't used to hearing
your pit-pat-pit towards our door,
but it would be a sound that I would
give anything to hear one more time.
For six years you brought light into our house.
Sometimes you were so obnoxious,
and other days you were quiet as a mouse.
But no matter what, we loved you.
I watched you today, as the thunderstorm
went on. You were always afraid of them,
I needed to make sure you were okay.
I handed you food, your water dish,
you wanted nothing.
Then you were starting to pass.
My mother screamed and cried
as my brother and I tried to calm her.
She didn't want you to go.
But you had to.
Simple as that.
It was your time.
But we all weren't ready.
The last goodbyes were painful,
I've never seen my father cry like that.
Neither my two brothers, but I guess
that's how important you were
to each and every one of us.
And you lived up to your name.
You lived up to it, to the very last moment.
I love you little dude, and I'll miss you.
Rest in peace buddy.
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 5:57 AM UTC