Bailey

Bailey Jan 2014

plan to "not **** it up this year,"
but even if you do, don’t sweat it
and know that i have ****** up too.
nothing’s as big of a deal as you’ve made it out to be.

if you want to lose ten pounds,
do it for you.
not for any other person or societal standard.
don’t change just to please someone else.

love yourself better this year.
don’t get caught up in any of your past,
and if there’s anything thing stopping you from being what you want,
please don’t let it be fear.

new year's resolutions

Bailey Dec 2013

december 15th; 12:03 pm

with you, i felt like 2 am breakfast food
with you, i loved watching horror films because I knew you’d hold my hand, even though it was sweaty a lot
with you, i was perfectly happy just lying in bed all day
with you, even the simplest thing like getting groceries was an amazing adventure.

without you, i feel like 4 am insomnia and tears
i hate watching scary movies because i know it will just add to the nightmares
i have no choice but to lie in bed all day because when you left,
you took every ounce of my motivation to be.
without you, even the simplest thing is a trial I am unable to complete.

Bailey Jul 2013

Morning Words

outside on the patio, the concrete is cold under my feet.
The wind carries the scent of the freshly cut grass up to my nose,
and it lingers there.
I squint as look up to the sky once again, my eyes slowly focusing on the sun.
It seems brighter than it should be, like it's the one responsible for draining the light from my eyes all these years.
My mom always told me not to stare at the sun, that it would hurt my eyes.
I should have listened to her. Judging by the dullness of her own eyes, she knew more than she let on.

Bailey May 2013

written february 1; 10:22 pm

In my room, there sits a massive book,
whose only job, for now is to collect dust.
But one day when we finally meet, you and I will take turns writing our story on its crumbling pages.
When we fight and my tears drip on the page as I recount each incivility and purposeful insult, the ink will smear before you can dab it away;
forever leaving proof of the raw imperfection in our story.
When we decide to go on spontaneous road trips, we will bring the book and buckle it up in the back seat;
stopping only to rest as write lyrics to the songs we sing and reminisce about the places we’ve been.
When you and I sit down and make a night of writing in it, and we spill our wine all over the floor, we won’t be afraid to mop it up with the pages because that’s a memory just the same.
Every little moment, the good, the bad, the ugly, will be recorded and remembered.
And when our story reaches its end, you and I will press our lips to the last page and share one last kiss that will forever be held and remembered, like our love, in a massive book, never touched, that just collects dust.

Bailey May 2013

Nothing.

Sad hearts,
happy faces.
Big plans,
going places?
Unkind words,
bitter graces.
Cries unheard,
empty traces.

Bailey May 2013

Bibliophile.

I am your favorite book
read time and time again
with the coffee stains,
dog-eared pages,
and highlighted notes,
somehow long forgotten,
yet always familiar,
living on the shelf above your bed,
waiting to be picked up
and ruffled through once more.

Bailey May 2013

Tying Strings

At night
while you lie next to me sleeping,
your chest slowly rising
and falling in perfect rhythm
to the songs dancing inside my head,
I alternate between pinches on my arm
to remind me that you’re real
and tying strings on your fingers
so you don’t forget me
when you
wake.