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Elizabeth Aug 2018
We met in the middle at half past noon on the road that led to nowhere. I could see the stars were shining a little more bright on this cold December evening and the snow beneath are feet kept us dreaming of warm honey and lavender tea. Sugar dropped from the trees onto our minds full of dreams of what we could be. We met in the middle at half past noon on the road to nowhere and I don’t know my way home but I’ve found you now and I’m tired of searching for a we everyone told us we could never be.
Lavender tea
Elizabeth Aug 2018
And it was one step closer to the end. I left my apartment with no mind of where to go but I heard him shout “hurry up you don’t have much time until you grow up” so here I am with a pocket full of change and optimism. Down thirty first street the drummers drum thier roll, I step to the beat, I count the patterns with my feet. I still have no mind of where to go or where I am going but, I must  hurry before I get old. My favorite coffee shop I pass, the smile of the freckled boy almost lured me in but I felt it’d be best to just walk right past. I hold my head down so no one sees me escaping my past and entering a future so foggy I can’t even find my way. I don’t worry about tomorrow or what the sidewalks will bring for I must hurry before I get old. I pass the sign that tells me where I am headed and it is one step closer to the end
I hope you find your way
Elizabeth Aug 2018
Talking about will heal you just a little. It’ll put the glue on the pieces of your broken heart that need a little fixing. It’ll make you realize things you never knew about yourself. You’ll learn a little bit more. Just a little.
Note to self
Elizabeth Jul 2018
There is something about happiness that comes and goes so quickly. It’s like that box of chocolates from your favorite candy store, it’s great; until it’s gone. I want to appreciate fresh flowers and perfectly cracked eggs. I want to soak in warm tea and my mother’s laughter. I used to be just fine. I used to love the sound of chirping birds and the waves rushing up against the sand on trips to the shore. Now I want nothing but empty fulfillment’s; I want nothing to do with my reality. When will it be that I smile at the white, daisies that grow outside my window? When will it be that I welcome the August heat past my hollow bedroom door? I want to be free like an uncaged bird but, there is something about my reality that’s holding me back. There is something about August that I don’t want to remember.
August heat waves
Elizabeth Jul 2018
Her
There is something about the way we danced along the sidewalk that August night that kept me coming back for more. The way she waved at passing cars and pet kittens so small, atop windowsill's and perched on steps only revealed a tiny bit of her love for animals. The way she smiled at the mailman on 78th street and the way she dreamt of things so big- so beautiful made me realize I had been missing out all along. There was something about her need for adventure that made everything a thrill. Her imagination was so pure. I go home at night lonely only wishing I could be like her. I wish I could sleep only a few hours but feel good as new day by day. I can only wish I’d asked for the boy on the subways name. Something about how she rambled on saying books were her favorite thing made me wish I could be just like her...
This one goes to my great friend
Elizabeth Jul 2018
I was told I was a blessing although I felt I was a curse. They had to find a cure; they felt like something was missing, and that something was me. I feel like a burden with a weight too heavy to carry, too heavy to handle and too much to overcome. I feel like the unwanted insects that roam through the forest- stepped on and broken, but no one cares enough to stop. No one cares enough to do the healing. For all that I am, I am too much to handle. For all that I am, I have been labeled a burden. In a red striped shirt and blue Levi’s jeans I am all that I am, a burden indeed.
”you aren't a liability”
Elizabeth Jul 2018
Soon I realized that nothing comes easy with love. Sometimes we aren’t always meant to be no matter how hard we try and other times we didn’t try hard enough. Sometimes we fall into love and then we fall out of it the same way we came in, crashing hard, burning, hurting, pain. I wish I could believe that love was an easy thing, I wish I could believe we’d meet again at a coffee shop in thirty years with lives of our own and realize we should have been together all along. I guess I’m wishing for a false reality that you only see on the big screen, you only read in fairytale stories. For those afraid of love I understand why, I understand that the one who told you she loved you the most and promised to never leave was the one who left you bare and cold and freezing on that December night. She left you on your doorstep, the same place you met, the same place she told you she wanted to stay. She wanted to stay but she’s up and left and all that’s left of her is her scent and those memories. Love is gone. Love is lost. You are lost.
Fairytale stories are an escape from reality
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