I find my calm not at the finish line, looking back at the distance I've traveled, but in the moment, on the run, out of breath, looking forward. I don't know where I'm going, and I guess I hope to God I never get there—I'm happy as I am: Chasing something eternal and ethereal. The world is not—will never be—enough for me and that's just the way I like it.

i wish i hadn't talked
i wish i hadn't said anything
i should have bit my tongue
and kept my silence
i didn't want things to get this violent
nothing good comes when i let words escape my mouth
i wish i hadn't said a word
i wish i knew how to drown without spitting up water

within me,
a universe
exist; unique.

endless, everlasting
we once were -
and never again

let this be
a goodbye
out goes the we
in goes the me

let this be
the end -
you are
*uninvited

I like the way your name sounds,
Rolling off my tongue,
But mostly I'm in love,
With the way you say **mine

The thing I look most foreword to
is being able to tell you I love you
without the fear of someone hearing me.

I'm done writing poems about you

Who am I kidding?

Sunset over the dashboard
A low hum from the stereo,
It's our favorite song
We both softly sing along

Trees swaying in the breeze
Your hand brushes against mine,
There's a second of shock
Then our fingers interlock

The warm sunlight graces our skin
I look over towards you
In verbal silence our eyes meet
Your eyes twinkle, this is our teenage retreat