Like unfinished work
My story has been left
Untold
And I struggle
As I have to decide
Between rereading
The pages of my past
And mourning
What could have been
Or picking up a pen
And writing a new book.

we're used to disappointment
our eyes shine brighter
without lights to guide them

we'll hold hands when we're done
when the moon isn't  the only thing
capable of outshining the sun

the night whispers in our ears
and the days rush forward
turning into years

we're used to disappointment -
we can't find stars in clear skies
so we don't need them to guide our eyes

It’s a winter’s day
And the cold bites harder
Than his words
You wonder what made you
As fragile as the ice
Beneath your feet
As you, too, crack
Under the pressure
Break, when you’re
Stepped on
You try to make a snowball
With your calloused hands
But they’ve been through
Too many fights
And weapons can’t hold
Such delicate things
So you can only watch
As the water slips through
Your trembling fingers
Just as his love slips out
Of your troubled mind

north
find me where I'm most alone
before my fleeting feelings
turn to stone

east
don't let me turn the other way
if you ever think I'm slipping
hold my gaze and make me stay

west*
hold the coffee to my nose
the warmth smells like home
and keeps me close

south
don't you ever say you're sorry
for taking care of me
for helping to melt away
the ice I was meant to be

*be my compass
guide me for our sake
for you're already the direction
I want my life to take

fallen leaves
float down from trees
and land on your hand

as I watch
I fall for you
will you help me stand?

i thought i had
a tattoo of our
love somewhere
deep inside me
but maybe our
passion was
ink from a pen
a heart shaped
drawing on the
surface of my
pale skin that
a river of tears
washed away
after all those days
I begged and begged
for you to stay
and you didn’t

It's early in the morning
Rays of sunday light seep through the windows
And the white walls look celestial
When they're being kissed by the sun
He's asleep on your bed and he's facing you
You count the seconds until his blue eyes
Snap open and meet yours
The man who would never stand still
Looks peaceful, resting at your side
You tentatively reach out
Your fingers ghost over his eyelids
Over his cheekbones, over his throat
Never quite touching, but close enough to know
That what you see is not a hallucination
But your new reality
And a couple hours from now
A hot cup of coffee between your tired hands
You'll settle next to him on the couch
You'll feel the warm weight
Of a cat resting on your legs
You'll pretend not to notice when someone's head
Falls on your shoulder
You'll pretend not to care
When he presses a feather like kiss on your hair
Whispers 'good morning' against your neck
And you'll pretend that the shivers
Are from the cold morning breeze
But the pink shade that slowly takes over your skin
Betrays your careless façade, and he smiles
You've always been good at telling lies from truth
And there's nothing false about the way
He touches you when you say it's okay
And you know this is not a dream
Because your dreams have always been haunted
Yet there are no ghosts here
Nothing but a safety you didn't think you'd achieve
A sober kind of happiness you didn't believe
Would ever become your life
And yet
It did get better.

Wash your eyes
And say goodbye
It's just another day

Nothing lasts forever
Keep holding on
Turn the other way

Enjoy the moments
For moments pass
And time won't wait

Dry your face
You're the writer
Don't believe in fate

Close this chapter
Let things go
When they can't stay

Wash your eyes
And say goodbye
It'll be okay