ever since i met this person
makes me wanna be the best version
of me
so happy to be with

when you wrap your arms around me
can't help but feel so happy that you found me
so happy to be with

this ferris wheel of life that's turning
sometimes i'm dizzy
but there's a heart burning
in me
so happy to be with

i'm not someone that needs saving
but when you're around i feel so amazing
don't you see
god i hope i'll be with
you

crinkled blanket
softly grazing my skin
as i stretch out my legs
legs that ache from the marathons i run in my dreams
pure ecstasy
finding cold corners of the bed
pulling the blanket over your shoulder
feeling so warm
safe

the sky is grey ish blue
world brightening up slowly
birds exercising their voices for the day
all seen through the crevices of my blinds
the world is paused for just a moment
safe for a peaceful moment
from life
from my own self
when sadness is still sleeping
but joy is already warming up the kettle

i'm stuck
singing joyously loud to love songs in my car
windows down
obnoxious to the cars around
i'm stuck
while everyone at work is serious and just focused on their tasks
and i stand there and greet people around with a smiley hello and a floppy wave
i'm stuck
daydreaming in my mind
floating around

i'm so happy
but i'm stuck
stuck on you
stuck on knowing i want someone that knows beyond a shadow of a doubt
i am the one they want
and their stuck on me too

but i'm stuck
and that's just my luck

hey im back
putting words to complex emotions
if only their were enough words out there to describe how i feel
it's always so many things tied together
blue, excited, scared, hopeful, exhausted
all at once
ganging up on me
making me wanna laugh and sob
dance around to my favourite music or have a breakdown and cut my skin
how do i write something that's so chaotic
where do i begin
i don't even know how i've ever written anything
it's beyond me
im not talented enough to have written the things i have
it must have been influenced by some things i read or heard around me
it couldn't have been me
i'm an imposter
i'm not a writer
i'm just a girl
that's too emotional to function properly

daydreaming
listening to the rattling of the leaves
soft whispers of the breeze
passing by a pine every few minutes
i feel a sense of longing
i smile at each one
saying "hello, old friend" with every smirk
"good to see you again."

the wind picks up
a crescendo
i hear the forest sing like a choir
i feel hope in the pit of my stomach
nature talks to me in that way
"i see you. i hear you, little one.
you'll be just fine."

i dont find meaning or purpose
walking on a windy trail
but i always find hope

home
where is my home
is it where my mom makes me coffee
in the morn

hope
it comes and goes
when the moonlights shining on me
it goes away
and i'm cold

You
came in like a storm
shook me to my core
spun me around
and im yours

take me
along with you
i promise to be kind
gently calm the winds in your mind

if you let me
i know i'll be
a home
and hope
for you

im tucked neatly on a shelf
a hard cover novel
colourful and eye catching
i'm not new
my corners look worn out
pages ripped out

i'll try not exposing my last chapter
diminishing the magic of the journey
taking away the energy of the suspense
flattening the emotion
ruining a connection that could be
slow
that could be
powerful
that
could be

stay tucked neatly on a shelf
the question is
will they read me?