Liz Hill

Liz Hill Apr 2015

It's always on a night like tonight.
The drifting backwards, always backwards,
into our old places.
Together, driving our ambitions down blackened back roads
on late night drives without destinations.
Attempting to find ourselves in the space of a beat up Toyota,
we are the wandering souls
that find each other in the late hours of the night.
Drawn to the beat reverberating in the small car
and the thoughts thrown out the window
that fly to the pavement of the black highway.
We are vagabonds.
Searching,
always searching.
But moving backwards,
always backwards,
towards each other.

#love #life #relationships #college #learning #friendships

Liz Hill Apr 2015

Pray

Forehead touching knees
Tears streaming, pleading with God
But he says nothing.

#love #life #haiku #religion #learning

Liz Hill Apr 2015

Ad Infinitum

We are a sequence
A song played to the heavens
We are infinite

Cause I write haiku's in music theory.

#love #life #haiku #relationship #music

Liz Hill Apr 2015

I'll Be Waiting

The saying goes that men in the Army do more by 7 A.M. than I do in the entirety of my day, and waking up to you already dressed for the day while I am still
wiping the sleep from my eyes reminds me that your job isn't as simple as sitting in an office eight hours a day.
There is no preparation for the trepedation of waiting
for the call to come, "We need you to ship out."
There was no manual given to me when
I fell head over heels for you, that you,
my brave reservist, may actually take on foreign soil,
combat boots running, and how I, back on
home turf, am to remotely handle your absence when I can't go more than a nights sleep without your voice in my ear
and your arm wrapped around my torso.
This is the curse and blessing of a military relationship.
Holding you a little bit tighter in the night yet still waiting for the bed to be empty, keeping you hand in mine while keeping an eye on the phone.
And most importantly knowing that if that day comes, I'll be waiting for you when you step off the plane.
I'll be waiting.

#love #life #thoughts #late #mine #military

Liz Hill Apr 2015

Endships

The thought of you making time for others,
and not me, kills me because I was
your best friend and you are still mine but
somewhere along the way, that phone line got cut.
And maybe I missed the memo that the alarm on our friendship began beeping and you woke up
while I was still sleeping.
Or that the clock struck
midnight, leaving me sitting in the rotted remains of our childhood.
How is it possible that the added days of us
became so replaceable that you "Don't understand how you made it through until you met, blank."
I don't see how this recurring trend became a thing,
as if recycling friends as if they didn't
exist is okay and how
"I've been busy"
equates to making everything just fine.
I would have settled for a text just know whether or not you would be the next in line with every other person
I had dared call "friend".
How did we go from strangers
to sisters, to you not caring, and me just staring, waiting for you
to make a move, but knowing it would never come.

To all the girls who's "friend" only understood the word "end" and to all the people who inspired this, I'm sorry you did.

#love #life #lost #learning #friendships

Liz Hill Feb 2015

His Shirt

The shirt laying on top of my wash basket today wasn't mine.
But, I remembered the moment when I took it off of you late Saturday night as I held the white material between my fingers.
Sparks flying in between heated kisses, trailed down beating chests,
as clothes became fewer the closer.
Savoring the comfort of skin touching skin in our short time alone.
I clung to you then,
and now, I'm left clinging to your ***** shirt that still smells like Old Spice and home.
And laying in my dorm alone,
your shirt held to my chest,
I realize that we both want to go home.

#love #sad #life #boyfriend #romance #him

Liz Hill Feb 2015

FIFTEEN

Anxiety.
Depression.
Wake up pills to get out of bed
and sleeping pills to send you back.
Happy pills for the moments in between,
sitting in the lunch room surrounded by friends who notice the smile that doesn't reach your stormy eyes.
Therapy sessions spent hiding shaking hands and broken memories inside long sleeve safety blankets.
Crying so often it sounds like a worship.
And praying for sanity and happiness from a God
who may or may not actually care about
a sad high school student.

#love #life #memories #growing #school