I lift up my eyes to the mountains—
    where does my help come from?
 My help comes from the Lord,
    the Maker of heaven and earth.
 He will not let your foot slip—
    he who watches over you will not slumber;
 indeed, he who watches over Israel
    will neither slumber nor sleep.
 The Lord watches over you—
    the Lord is your shade at your right hand;
 the sun will not harm you by day,
    nor the moon by night.
 The Lord will keep you from all harm—
    he will watch over your life;
the Lord will watch over your coming and going
    both now and forevermore.

I think you should love a girl that writes
Live her many different imagined lives
In her vast collections of created worlds
Find her somewhere buried beneath them all
And when you find her pressed between
Scribbled pages and coffee cups filled with pens
Kiss her ink black fingers
Let them stain your lips so when she looks at you
She won’t forget
You’re the hero her books are about.

Left you in a hurry,
I couldn’t even kiss you.
I couldn’t even say…
‘Love you, ma’.
I left you alone,
And now, I stand alone.
I am living my life,
But I don’t have you.
Miss all the memories.
The warmth in your lap,
The way you cared for me all nights.
You gave me everything,
But I gave you none.
I couldn’t even say…
‘Love you, ma’.

the tightnessofthechest

  the d i z z i n e s s

the SCARES AND JUMPS.

  the inhale and the e
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                                                     e.
the t e a
          rs of failure
and worry.

**hopelessness, and doubt.