i have so many stories to tell
stories in my head that i have never lived
like how the waves slap against the dark, cold rocks of the shore
as i sit, salt-soaked hair,
listening to the whispers of the wind
or how the hollow caves echo
bouncing their secrets against the walls of my mind
or how the revving engine drowns out my singing
or dancing into a gas station convenience store
buying souvenir shot glasses from the vacant cities that have stolen my heart
or sitting in Prescott at 11 pm, a thick blanket of night engulfing me,
nothing but shimmering stars and the Milky Way taking my soul to transcendence and enlightening

i have the stories of your dreams
but you will probably never read them
and if you do
will you understand?

wanna know a secret?
i didn't want those tattoos anyway.
i only wanted you to be the sun
so i could be the moon
and without you,
i would still be the moon
because i have always been a wild heart
while your identity was wavering
in the shadows of the new trends
baby, you're a dimepiece
but i was the rarest gem
like you told me i was
but you never truly believed it
did you?

That's okay,
I didn't need you to.

I love the soul in you.

The crinkle-eyed laughter that glistens in the beating sunlight as you glance at me.
You sweet existence, I love your smile.
Smeared in innocence with a tinge of playful guilt
I become nothing more than human in moments like these.
There is no time—no past, no future, no expectations, and no responsibilities—
Just you and I, stuck in a time loop, replaying these moments over and over and over until
The clip is reduced to a 2 second repeat of that laugh.
The waves of your chocolate brown hair messily swept over your eyes and into your Ray Bans
You laugh at everything and nothing
You laugh at me and I laugh right back
You laugh at life and all of its misery.

My palms, my fingertips, my lips
They all have happily grazed your skin
I love the soul in you, but this body is marvelous
You taste like serotonin and a summer breeze
You smell like pine bark after a rain
And your eyes have the nature of the moon
A comfort in the night
Your voice transports me to worlds away
Where none of this exists
Where nothing exists
Just you and I
And an afterlife

Your breathing chest rising and falling as you sleep
The most beautiful song that only the most accredited composer could master
It would take a thousand worlds to recreate how alive your soul makes mine feel
It would take a thousand suns to recreate the light in that laughter
You are truly a beautiful creation
And I know it’s cliche
But you truly don’t know how much I love you
Because if you did
You would love yourself at least half as much
And half as much would be enough to keep you here without question
Question of whether you belong
Question of whether you are remembered
Question of whether you are loved.
You are the most transcendent art form I have ever seen
Glorious and powerful
Like the glorious and powerful hands of the one who shaped you
You were a seamless jar of clay
But now
The sun shines through your cracks
And you are gleaming, now

And I pray over the moment we realize we’ve survived this transient life
And I pray over the moment we approach the gates
And I pray over the moment we look up at the branches we’ve grown in disbelief
And I pray over the moment we realize our work is done.

I pray over this moment, your back to my chest and my hand to your beating heart,
I pray that the good Lord has mercy on our love
I pray that I can be everything that you have ever wanted
Because you, you precious, beautiful spirit, deserve nothing less

there’s a peach pit in my stomach
soft pink waves make me want to bend over
kick and scream
i feel like ****,
does it show?
i hope it does.
i’d hate to think that i’m alone with all these emotions
like unwritten scenes in a playwright’s mind
like if the ink spills on the pages
this character will end up somewhere she’s not meant to be
i need to know i’m meant to be
i need a clear path shown to me
i need you to know how much you’ve meant to me
i want espresso and early mornings
walks under green trees at sunrise
walks on unstable rocks and trembling feet
walks with hands held, pulling each other to the surface
we’ve been underwater for too long
we found each other underwater
and it was beautiful
until we realized we can’t ******* breathe
we kissed too much and gasped for air
we had forgotten to gasp for air
we had stopped breathing
but oxygen is a sweet thing
and our eyes were reopened to its existence

they say love is blind
but that’s not true at all
love is the clear lens on the telescope at rock bottom that details every star and it’s meaning
every grain of sand on the ground above
love is a mirror and a bottle of windex
love is making me see who i am
versus who i should be
and who i don’t want to be

i am trembling at the fear that i am about to fall off the edge and lose the distance I have climbed
all i really want is to teleport into your arms
for they are a world i could build a house in

i’ve stuffed myself so full with vile self-hatred
i can’t hear the love.
it’s overpowering
screaming into my ear
like a bulldozer in a rainforest.