A bird flew today
Through the leaves
And trees
Knocking dying leaves from their keep

A bird fluttered today
In my heart
Or in my stomach
I never knew

A bird left today
Taking the warmth
And summer daze
With prompt haste

A bird told me today
To take it easy
Let myself be
Spring will come

For now let death have its peak.

Full steam ahead on life!
I'm just going to live my life,
not waiting for you to be apart of it.


I have too many things to do.


I have too many places to see,
people to meet,
people to love,
people to care for deep.

To wait for you to decide
if I'm worth your time,
if I'm convenient enough,
to meet up for drinks
or sushi
or to cook you dinner...


You rejected me.
I don't need that.


I need someone
ready.
Someone whose
decided.
Someone who just wants to.
And I want to too.

I'll be honest.
The little person in me
knew you weren't ready.
But I was looking away.
I couldn't hear her.

We were good vibes, gazing eyes,
and then nothing at all.
There's no more time
to confront it.
I'm already over it.
I'm not looking back.
It's time to move on.
I've already moved on.

No.

We can't get it back.

I'm past it.

He said nasty words and
I lapped them up like praise.

Don’t know what he was really saying.

I just heard things and responded
with a smile and a gaze.

I spend too much time
replaying conversations
that never happened.
Imagining you
behind me.
Looking forward,
just to look back
and laugh.

You'll never know
where the wild things grow
where crevices meet hands
where promises still stand
where sunflowers
reach beyond heads.
When was the last time
you frolicked?
Will you frolick with me
now?
Grab my hand
let's go
before it gets dark.

We touch. We vibe.
Has me shaking with delight.
It's electric. It's fire.

I want to touch more of you.

Not waiting around
for you to decide
whether
this is wrong or right
I'll take dates
to spite...
you.
Despite
wanting
just
you.

They're placeholders.
It's fine.
It's exciting
when you don't
care and just
put yourself out there.

Shouldn't you care?
Or does a small part
think
it won't turn out
well.
Oh well.
Oh well
I keep telling myself.