I want a love that feels like morning coffee
or Sunday drives.
my skin aches to be touched by your wandering hands.
you are 4000 km away.
when will we feel closer.
Feb 13, 2023
Feb 13, 2023 at 10:18 PM UTC
I just want you to know me.
I've tried so hard to be close to you.
We will only be friends.
Jun 1, 2022
Jun 1, 2022 at 11:41 PM UTC
when the world hands you shaping experiences you become vividly aware of how temporary life is.
the cliche "don't sweat the small stuff" becomes something to live by,
because it's truly all small stuff.
on travels like this I think of my dad and what he'd think if he knew all I've done with my life.
freshly 22 and I feel I just started to live.
I've started cherishing every small interaction or smile because each passer by becomes apart of a unique larger experience you get to live out on this earth.
romanticize the idea of your morning coffee, or your commute home from work.
take every bump in the road as an opportunity to practice patience.
live through your heart instead of your head.
life will not wait for you, it's happening here and now.
things will pass you by whether you are ready or not.
so regardless of the situations impacting you whether it's for seconds, months or years - jump in and let yourself feel it.
May 9, 2022
May 9, 2022 at 9:11 PM UTC
I take pictures of everything.
It's like a feeling that takes over me.
I've watched my friends snicker at me,
I've watched their questioning gaze.
I'd like to think it derives from a sense of appreciation for the world.
But maybe it's more from struggling to let go.
I cannot let go of people, or moments,
or anything really.
Something as simple as a picture can take me right back.
May 9, 2022
May 9, 2022 at 8:55 PM UTC
Why did I want to be older?
Why did I spend the easiest years of my life wishing them away?
Adulthood is only full of beginnings and goodbyes.
Memories that I grieve for.
I don't look at photos and feel nostalgic; I feel grief.
I grieve for that old version of myself, of family and lovers.
Adulthood is depressing.
The west coast taught me the pain of life,
it pushed all of my fears to the surface.
The beautiful west coast; who did I find out there?
I found myself. The real me.
The one who is in a lot of pain.
The one who always has a front on.
I ran to the coast to get away from my pain,
I only came back with more.
Nov 3, 2021
Nov 3, 2021 at 10:04 AM UTC
The feeling of being in a moment and wishing it was forever is irreplaceable.
You know how great it is, and that you'll never be there again.
I have paintings of old lovers, songs I've wrote them,
They will never know.
I was just a moment to them, one that I wish I could relive forever.
Kiss me now in this moment, I'll pray I'm more than a moment to you.
To me you were temporary shelter, a home for my heart.
I spent hours painting me and you.
A painting that sits lonely in my sketch book now.
Am I more than a moment to you?
Am I more than a blurry drunk memory?
You occupied a space in my brain, you still do.
When do I stop reliving moments hoping they'll happen again.
You've changed.
I was so hopeful to grow by your side, to be able to turn one moment into a lifetime of many.
But to you, I'll always just be a moment.
Nov 3, 2021
Nov 3, 2021 at 9:55 AM UTC
To think anything is permanent is ridiculous,
Not this moment, not a budding relationship, not even family.
Yesterday is just that, yesterday.
Love dies, people fade, and nobody in the end is ever indefinite.
Nobody except yourself.
Nov 3, 2021
Nov 3, 2021 at 9:46 AM UTC
Fill my lungs with flowers
and cover my wounds
with salt.
I would much rather make a mark
in your heart,
than in
your eyes.
Dec 16, 2020
Dec 16, 2020 at 12:36 AM UTC
orange candy sweet as sunrise on an endless July night.
I couldn't forget the times made from lake craft and lager.
remember sitting on the beach till the sun rose?
remember mixing wine and coolers until we were sick?
what an awful feeling.
but I would give many things to relive it.
Dec 16, 2020
Dec 16, 2020 at 12:34 AM UTC
I began to write poems when I learned not every thought was worth sharing.
- when I learned that nobody really cared as much as they preached.
Putting my thoughts onto paper seemed to sooth me.
I began to write poems when I learned that not every person deserves the ideas that scatter my brain, and not every person will value them either.
I began to write poems when I found you. But the thought of expressing my feelings made me nauseous beyond belief.
So I began to write poems.
Dec 16, 2020
Dec 16, 2020 at 12:29 AM UTC