I've worked so hard to get where I am
right now.

But then someone says your name,
or I smell something that reminds me
of you.

And suddenly,
boom.

I have to start over.

Take me to the ocean.
I need to be near the sea.
I need to feel the breeze.
I need to hear the waves.
I need the salty spray in my hair.
I need the smooth waters.

The sea cleanses my soul.
And I need my soul cleansed.

I wanted to come up
with a way to show
how much I love you.
Like how other poets
can come up with the
words to say it
so much prettier.
Or how the French
can make it sound
so effortless.
But the only thing
I could think of
was the way you
light up
when you hear
that music.

& there are no words for that.

Tu me manques.

English- I miss you.
True English translation- You are missing from me.

Isn't that beautiful?
You are missing from me.
It's like a piece of me is gone.
You took it with you
when you left me.

Almost like a puzzle.
You are missing from me.*
"Here- I will give you a small fraction of me,
take it with you.
Never let it wander,
but since you feel the need to,
take this piece of me."

Here I am.
Crying my eyes out.

you don't care.


Sorry I bored you with my love.

I hate it when people tell me
I'm not productive.
I am.
You don't understand.
'Boyfriends will hold you back.'
'Why aren't you taking harder courses?'
'Quit band. It's a waste of time.'
'Stop doodling. Art will get you nowhere.'

*Being happy is productive too.

Do you know that feeling?
When you just can't wait to get home?
When everything seems to be
crashing all around you?
And anything can just
set you off?
When anything and
everything you do
is wrong?
And it seems like the
whole world is against
you?
When you drop your pencil,
and you could just
break down?
You're fighting for
happiness.
And it seems like you're losing.
But just remember,
God gives his
hardest battles
to his
strongest soldiers.