we were millennial lovers spending too much time drinking coffee always talking through our phones sharing ear buds with strangers and standing up for things we barely understand
she was a free spirit the kind whose hair smelled like the wind and who ran with wolves she walked barefoot up mountains and danced in the rain she picked wildflowers and sang songs to the trees she waited down seasides and whispered secrets to the stars she was a free spirit the kind that need not be tamed -k.j.c
i waited i fought i chased for the things that would never stay like the love i held for you i was like all the guys in movies, chasing after the girl desperately hoping for another chance but you boarded the plane and so did my hope in ever finding you again -k.j.c
there is nothing like the breath of spring of fresh fallen rain and blooming flowers the sweet tune of songbirds calls me out the door sometimes i find myself wondering why flowers bloom and the names of the stars the trouble is you’ll never find the answers if you always stay indoors -k.j.c
the Earth whispered rustling the leaves of the trees making ocean waves move and the animals scatter as She tells the tales of life and the reasons for why the rain falls more in the spring why stars look best in autumn why trees speak underneath the ground and why mountains move without being seen She is mystery for no one to solve but for everyone to admire -k.j.c
it is not the height of which a plant has grown that makes it important, or even its beauty, but rather the love and dedication that made it grow -k.j.c
you say hello like you practice it in a mirror. you have never been sincere. for as long as i have known you, all that ever mattered was what you saw in your own reflection. -k.j.c
we were crumbling bricks, walls with scattered graffiti, and broken windows but our foundation was sturdy so from the ground up, we built ourselves again making ourselves greater than we used to be -k.j.c
do not be afraid to express emotions for they are yours and no one else’s there is no such thing as overreacting because like chemicals we are made to react so produce emotions shout out your anger speak your sadness love loudly whisper your passions to the stars and tell the wind your frustrations do not be afraid to feel to change to fight to question for you are made for so much more than bottled up emotions -k.j.c
it’s okay to love the simple things like the way coffee smells in the morning rainy days long car rides messages from old friends good books hellos from strangers lost pennies puppy kisses and the casual way that i am just me -k.j.c
i was in love with all the broken things and the things others left behind like guitars with missing strings old record players that skipped a few beats dusty books that fell apart and people with already broken hearts -k.j.c
so send me a postcard, love when you find where you belong it may be among the trees or where cities never sleep it may be along mountain tops or the middle of nowhere it may be beside the sea or among the waves it may be hours away or minutes just as long as you remember where you first called home -k.j.c
it was among the wildflowers where she found refuge where the winds always sang and trees always danced when the rains came she danced along with them keeping to the beat of the deep rolls of thunder she was as wild as the beasts and as free as the birds it was only there in the shelter of the meadow among the wildflowers where the forest kept watch that she found who she really ought to be -k.j.c
at night we sit on rooftops watching the stars and holding hands waiting for the days we will one day be them all while granting wishes for long lost lovers and for our lives that are yet to be -k.j.c
nothing about her was steady i miss you she whispered out to the stars, her voice quivering with on coming tears i miss you more than you could understand and yet the worst part is you are still around and i have to live knowing that the dreams i wasted on you will never come true
i miss you she said again, almost correcting herself her voice a little louder and steadier this time but not as much as i miss myself -k.j.c
there are days where i wish that time moved more slowly so that laughs were more often coffee was served just right dogs lived a lot longer less people were lonely and leftovers tasted better than they did yesterday -k.j.c
as children we are told to fear monsters for they lived under our beds and dwelled in dark corners casting shadows while we slept leaving closet doors cracked open but no one told us we could be monsters too now every time i look in the mirror i am afraid of what i see -k.j.c
it takes a strong person to forgive the people who have hurt them because they never come back quite the same they’re always a bit more broken but always stronger nonetheless -k.j.c
we are setting suns and stars after dark, just when the moon finds itself in the sky. our youth makes us wild, makes us reckless. we tell ourselves, we are the matches that light the sun, burning endlessly into the unknown. -k.j.c
the tide rolled in waves lapping at the cool sand as the sun moved its way below the ocean and pastels illuminated the sky above it was dreamy and i was never more in love -k.j.c
there are simple things about you the ones you find yourself to hate like stray freckles and skin that wrinkles or even extra parts of you it is in those little imperfections where i find myself falling in love with every inch of you -k.j.c
there is something about the wind its frigidness and cold whispers that seep into my bones it calls for me at my window each night tap tap tap it always warns. . . a part of me knows that it is only the cold wind that blows casting its shadows against bedroom walls but my door is always open in case other company shows -k.j.c
for you i would buy a boat so you could sail far away and adventure in a life that only existed in dreams
for you i would buy a boat so when the ocean waves whisper and beckon for you while it calls you to blue waters to its sandy beaches and waves it will know there is not much longer
for you i would buy a boat because you are not you unless your heart is covered in sand and your lungs are filled with salty air