I saw you in a dream
unexpected but nonchalant
as you always are,
your skin touched mine
and sunlight covered us both.
It felt like summer,
like time had stopped
and never progressed
to the moment you let go
of whatever was left of love
and affection and reverence.
I awake to chilly night air,
no sun nor arms to warm me
I check my phone, it's two a.m.
It's cold.

this empty shell
quiet hell
the record skips a track

you left me bare
stripped and scared
there is no going back

so why am i still dancing with you
the ghost of my past

so why am i still dancing with you
the hardest part of love
is when it doesn’t last

it was a Saturday night
a night full of fun
but filled with loneliness
and I needed you

that night you were replaced
the hands of another touched me
and the desire for you, disappeared  
i didn't feel alone anymore

it was a Sunday morning
a morning in someone's bed
and with me realizing
i didn't love you anymore

i wanted to believe you
with all my heart
i wanted it to be true
when you said there was no one else
but a part of me always knew
there was always someone else
standing between me and you

My name is Taylor and I have a tooth that tucks behind one of my front teeth.

I say this as my first sentence because when I look at myself in the mirror and smile, that is the first thing I notice.

But a compliment I've heard more times than once, "You have a beautiful smile."

I  wonder how many things in life are like that...

Qualities or characteristics that people agonize over are the very things that others appreciate and admire.

it's just a note and then another note and the way you play them sometimes comes out wrong like the words we speak, we spoke, we coat the words with sweetness, light, and still they do not come out right, but they're just keys, seems like some don't fit, so we sit and play another note, another note and try to play them as we speak, not as we spoke.

We could speak in symphonies
or
make mountains out of melodies
but know this,
these are just the keys we have
as we try to find the lock.

there is a silver lining in all this,
I'm sure of it.

to the empty mine wailing in a windy
night in some foothills
somewhere,
I hear you.
I hear you.

comfort in the sadness
a lonely shelter of blue
a blanket of feelings
that is never torn
a space to feel
will i ever know a difference?

i'm so sick of lying
of telling people things that aren't true

because what if they knew me?
huh?
what would i do then?

i'm so tired of pretending
that i know who i am
and that i have it all figured out
can't it just be okay to be a wreck?

i'm so tired of being too anxious to eat
and not knowing what the hell is wrong
of trying to pick out one of the reasons i feel sick today

was it the meds
or the truth rotting like a swallowed tooth in my stomach

i'm so tired of being stupid
and not knowing

i'm sick of everything
and i don't know why