i never felt at peace
in the large white church
with marble pieus
and stain glass windows
that scattered rubies and emeralds of light
across the skin of my thighs
i never felt at peace
on my knees
with head bowed in silence
eyelids fluttering as i pretended to pray
but the first time
you took my hand in yours
the loudest silence filled my ears
as the voices in my head stopped their chatter
and i wonder if anyone has ever told you
that your voice
is their church
that the sound of your laugh
is their holy water
and that when you take their hand
they feel as if they are being forgiven.
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC
everyone always says
its supposed to feel like fireworks
when he finally says those three words
for the first time
on a park bench, in his car, at a fast food restaurant after your senior prom
but no one ever tells you
that it'll feel like fireworks
when he chokes out those three words
for the last time
and the explosions will get louder and louder
as you watch his car
drive away
down your street
and then suddenly
silence
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 3:39 PM UTC
sometimes i see you kissing other girls
in my sleep
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 11:23 PM UTC
this morning i woke up
with mascara smudges
and a dry throat
and salty lips
i sat on a hard wooden kitchen chair
as i read an article about the life cycle of a star
i learned that the bigger and brighter the star
the shorter its life,
the brighter it burns
the less time it has before an explosion destroys it
from the inside out
crushing it into pieces
and propelling them into the universe
as i read
i found myself remembering the day you told me you loved me
so much
you could just explode
and i wonder if maybe this whole supernova explosion thing
applies to love
because our love was bright and consuming and fast
and ended in an explosion
that destroyed me from the inside out
crushed me into pieces
that were propelled into the universe
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 9:32 PM UTC
our love is like
salt in the wound
glass on the pavement
needles in the sand
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 12:59 PM UTC
i watch the little red seatbelt sign
flicker off
the man next to me is asleep
he has a british accent
and smells like hotel soap
my ears pop
and i look at the clouds
funny how clouds no longer seem
so solid when you get so close to them
(i guess people are like that, too)
a lady in a polyester red blazer
brings me ****** coffee and smiles
i don't think she wants to be here
i smile back
its just me
hotel soap guy (now snoring loudly)
my notebook
and the clouds
this 53 minute flight
is much too short
and i don't want to come down
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 12:58 PM UTC
the chair in his office was uncomfortable
as was i
when he pushed his wide-rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose
adjusted his stethoscope
and asked
why on earth i would want to have an eating disorder,
my body was so beautiful
his eyes lingering on my thighs
a few seconds too long
as he looked me up and down
in that moment
i didn't know whether to thank him
or get out of the room as fast as possible
i wanted to puke
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 2:35 PM UTC
i filled myself with
sorrow
but i still felt
empty
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 5:21 PM UTC
you are not my sky
not my moon
not my air
the smile on your face
is not my sun
and i am not its planet
your freckles are not stars
scattered across the night sky
you are a person
not a sky
you aren't limitless
your being does not surround
my whole world
you are not
my world
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 5:01 PM UTC
you are not a wilted tulip
or a shattered porcelain doll
the boy with piercing blue eyes
and a lightning smile
is not going to appear out of the fog
and save you from yourself
stop pushing your dinner
to the edges of your plate
don't make yourself less
so that he will love you more
you deserve so much better
than a tear-stained pillow
and a splitting headache
you hang on his every word
and fall at his feet
spit on his scuffed up shoes and
pick yourself up, sweetheart
pour yourself a mug of black coffee
watch the sun kiss the horizon good morning
you are awake
you are significant
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 2:40 AM UTC