i think you could be someone i could get used to.
someone i could want to spend all of my time with.

though i don't know you yet,
i just know this.

i haven't gotten lost in your eyes yet,
but so far they make me feel at home.
the way they say so much, so many loud things but so, so quietly.

i was never taught how to swim yet i find myself swimming out of the cold, deep, crystal blue water and diving into your soft green milky way.

i think you could be someone who could easily dazzle me, without even trying.

it's exciting here
it's scary here
but it's quiet here.

you are the beaming comet bursting it's way through my galaxy
that i never saw coming,
and i am making space for you . . .

i think you could be someone i could fall for
without even knowing it until it has me shattered into billions of stars scattered across the vast indigo sky . . .

i think you could be someone i could care for
with everything i am, without even trying . . .

i do not want to mess it up
i do not want to speak too soon or move too fast
i do not want to scare you off or say too much
i do not want to make you hurt
i do not want to overthink . . .

i think you could be someone i would want to have and belong to in return without a single doubt in sight . . .


i think you could be someone i could get used to.
someone i could want to spend all of my time with.

though i don't know you yet,
i do know this.

my throat is tight
and there are tears dripping
onto the cuts in my arms,
and this is not
how i pictured my twenties

Walls of bad luck obstructing progress.
An expanding gulf of hopelessness leads to an abyss of misfortune. Into a place from where there is no turning back, the soul dives.

You know those moments
When you realize
That you're not really appreciated,
Much less acknowledged?

Well, it's not the first time
That he's been unappreciative.
But I can't place my finger
On why this time it stung more.

I've had his birthday gift
Planned for months,
But his birthday
Is not for another month.

The only problem is
I have too many photos to burn,
Because I'm not sure
If we'll make it that far.

"I'm not his mom."
"I can't change him."
"So just leave him."
"But he broke last time."

So many questions,
Not enough answers.
So many doubts,
No one to reassure.

I feel sad,
I don't feel good.
Why is life so bad,
Didn't think it would,
Stab right into the heart,
But it is it's art.
I just wish,
My friends get all they need,
Wish, deserve and want,
And I'd want to watch them rant,
But not be silent like an ant.