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4.1k · Oct 2018
Thanksgiving
Brooke S Oct 2018
It's hard to be thankful for the past year,
when its been spent breathing in stale air and looking through broken glasses. Sometimes it seems easier to leave the wound open and unattended, knowing that even after it's healed it will scar.

But there is power in becoming brighter than the reality you surround yourself with, knowing that despite the ending there are the moments in between, a colour coated scene that reminds you the cold will come, but it will not last forever.

A warm drive home after a cold day,
cozy hands and falling leaves,
an in between moment,
brighter than the darkness could of ever planned for,
we are eating dessert in the tv light,
and I am thankful for you.
thanksgiving was this past weekend in Canada. A day I thought was going to be dark ended up being filled with love and it filled me with hope
507 · Jan 2019
Five years
Brooke S Jan 2019
Balloons and glitter in the air
sparkly dresses and countdowns
I don't know how I survived
I said after all these years
you would think the cold air would feel less harsh on my skin
but this time it lingers
letting itself in
and I'm so scared of what's to come
I guess all I can do is try and stay warm regardless of the red of my cheeks
and the trembling of my hands
and five years
goes by so fast
and so, so slowly
when you're waiting for your chest to unthaw
waiting for the summer to come
and the year to be new
Happy new year
474 · Jun 2018
Compare/Contrast
Brooke S Jun 2018
I don't think I could recall, all the times I looked down at my phone at a face that wasn't mine, but looked like someone I could be;
At a life that looked like what mine could be, if only I could find a way there

All the hours I spend making plans of how to make myself smaller, lighter, more free;
Something completely different from everything I am

Sometimes I think,
All we are are ideas
Moments where we felt alive,
Sentences from our favorite books of stories we want to share
Highlight reels;
At most

Because who would want to see the ugly, the harsh, the in-between;
The moments we waste wishing ourselves away
And I guess in that way we are all the same
393 · Jun 2018
Temporary
Brooke S Jun 2018
I count all the people in my life,
And then I count all the reasons they would leave
The reasons outweighing their presence
Terrifyingly temporary.

Echoes in my mind over and over,
You are alone
And you always will be
131 · May 2020
Reject
Brooke S May 2020
If I don't return the call
it's because you never wanted to make it in the first place
and I know that

If you don't see me at the party
I didn't lose the invite
or forget the address
it's because you never wanted to invite me in the first place
and I know that

I have experience in staying in on Saturday nights
I have no problem with being alone
it's better than feeling alone in a crowd
that's what I tell myself
and I know that

But maybe if I would of returned the call
and went to the party
maybe the memories could of filled my head
instead of all of this noise
and I know that

I brush my hair and go to sleep
rejection looks a lot like looking in the mirror
sometimes you are your own worst reject
108 · Apr 2020
Of All Time
Brooke S Apr 2020
You are a wanted man,
but no one wants you as much as me
wreck this ship at sea
and I will jump into the ocean
blue as your eyes, just to be by your side
Oh you are my greatest love of all time

A thousand kisses
A thousand more, my talisman.
Darling I adore your touch
trace my body with your hands, incase I never love again,
bury me in your crimes
Oh you are my greatest love of all time

200 years and 20 more
if history repeats itself
I will meet you there again  
And I will save your life
over and over
And you will save mine
You are my greatest love of all time
I just finished binge watching outlander and Claire and Jamie’s relationship really inspired me. It makes you think about the concept of fate and how it brings you to the people and the places you are meant to be. So I wrote this about them.
Brooke S May 2020
I took the matches that I found
and I burned everything down,
it burned so hot that I could not see
all the damage around
all the places, all the faces, all the used to be's
all in ruins on the ground,
but I was blind, I could not see.
And in the darkness I could not find
a single thing that could make some light
it lasted so long I forgot how to breathe
then all the air inside of me
turned me to stone.
But I will not ask you where to go,
I will just ask one thing;
when you are there but I cannot see,
and if I am not who I used to be,
if all that we found seems out of reach,
please, will you wait for me?
67 · May 2020
Sanctuary
Brooke S May 2020
I lived in my sanctuary,
handmade, using materials with lifetime warranties
intricately and precisely I carved the pieces of my soul into softwood, sealing in all the cracks so nothing else could get in
I put up mosaic windows using all the coloured pieces I had, letting the light shine through and illuminate only the parts that I wanted to see
you can make anything seem more beautiful than it is
when you need to
but the walls that sheltered me from past storms weren't meant to last forever,
even though it took all my strength to put them up
And it took just as long to break down the sanctuaries I built up in my head, as it did to build them
its okay to be attached to the way you used to survive

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