we are wet firewood soaked in tears, too much for our own good too ruined to reignite but so much left to burn. we both know the dry season isn't coming.
and every day that went by I felt like I was selling my dreams everything vanishing before my eyes there is a thin line between comfort and complacency for I have never sat still I rather not find out
frequently - I am not present. although, every time I- fixed your hair, rubbed your back, held your hand, clasped your necklace, wiped your eyes, things I have done for myself - countless times.
I know why the moon chases the earth with the smallest rotations - staying far but never quite moving on the pull is just too strong to leave waiting for an eclipse just so they can pass each other one more time and remember who they used to be
I think it is more of laying in bed with a person you are no longer in love with and searching for every reason to stay as they each dissipate before your eyes... everything once admirable now sending you into a deep dark you've never discovered. knowing all of it I stay, I know sooner or later I'd turn into you..
I told her that she looked pretty today. she scoffed and continued on with doing her makeup in the mirror. her smile slowly began to inch upon her face beaming back at me in her reflection. pools of hazel, honey I am home. she cared so much... her sovereignty lied in the depths of words --commonly not mine. I often wished she could see herself the way that I saw her. it felt like it was always 13:1 a constant losing battle I knew I wasn't going to be enough
maybe you'll find home in the silence or comfort in the canopy of the trees . the soft coos of the wind bring peace . you'll call it home and never want to leave . but for I... this freedom has been relished for simply a nightfall with many more to come and stories to be told . It never disappoints ; the home I found in this silence is irreplaceable...
you will never know love , love . why measure it if unknown . walking on a secluded rocky island . with small creatures and history untold yet that describes ours . standing there and feeling every radiant beam of light caress your body and cover you in freedom . that's what you feel like to me .
it hurts but we thrive in the dark with thoughts scared of light something spoken over a split ginger ale with a smile through your kiss and for a moment in time we were both human... unseen, untouched, and unfiltered. strangers to our own bodies and minds for our love yous aren't the same. & maybe if I listen hard enough I'll hear your song, no need to debate who's the sensitive one. we both know I can't spare a hoodie but maybe we can be less cold together. you'll grab my hand and say the same old same old, and I'll smile as is. I wonder if you sleep well... I wonder what you think on the 19th
so hold me in your darkest nights and I'll tell you everything is alright for it is not earned but owed for the light that fills my heart and the warmth in my soul I can't make up for all the cold nights you spent on your own and I'm sure that I'm not I'm sure I'll never know but truth be told some days I wish I could read your crazy mind purely to understand why you choose to be mine but for us I call truce we both know it will come with time and in those very few fleeting moments when I do know or at least think I do I cherish
"I know she's gone but I hate her" she said so confidently- I'm not sure if she was looking for agreement. little does she know there is a little piece of you in every single thing I do that she holds so dear. there's a part of you in every song I listen to- you know, the ones that she'll have on repeat. as they fall, it makes my own all the more justified. I would fall for me too- after all I fell for you.
soul spilling cash shelling water wrecking— I speak to the fears that live in the basement of my heart we are quite cordial although they’ve become strangers as I explore this new life cracked open “don’t you miss it all” it’s hard to miss a life I never truly knew I accept these faults although I do not live with them with new favorite spots healthy habits and personal “quirks” I peel back a little bit of skin everyday I choose to share my fragile moments because I know…
I can feel the presence of a person in the room before I even open my eyes. it often makes it hard to sleep at night. I can not have a roommate. I do not have a roommate. I have always flinched a little harder than I should -even as a child I actual prefer to drive in silence I hate for music to take the space of my thoughts. I check my watch four times one for time one for heart rate one for time one for heart rate I am timid around alcohol I retrain from partaking, it reminds me of February- I do not like the month of February. I check my mirrors four times. center, right, left, center I write more than I could ever say.
maybe it's the way your lip quivers , it quivers when you have more on your mind than you'd like to admit . saying something true , bold , something you know you can't take back . whether it be an "I love you" or "I'm scared" you'll stare with intent with thoughts of none . what if? when will? will we? I can't... don't worry... me too . I wish I could sooth your thoughts like yours presence does mine .
I once pride myself on my ability to be unreadable . maybe I still do , who knows . there is this comfort in not having anything to lose , or so it seems . but there's this thing in your smile... I've never been one for reassurance but those two words were all that I didn't know that I needed to hear . there is solace in knowing that I can feel . maybe I don't want anyone to feel it the way I do . your laugh makes it all undeniable ; I can't help but look and wonder where you've been . how was life back home? any cobblestone roads? I'll wear my heart on my sleeve and try maybe you'll help me get the confidence I fake .
"good morning pige" with a soft kiss on my forehead I opened my eyes to see you in uniform ready to leave for work 4:47am I closed my eyes for what felt like a few minutes 6:51am I put on my sweatshirt and leashed sadie I went to the kitchen you brewed my tea... I stepped out the back door to the beach and felt myself melt I haven't felt so safe to be fully known and truly loved
I am from chipped beveled glass from hand-me-downs and prideful hearts I am from the burning cities of Perth where art is a way of life and beaches are home I am from a peaceless nights' sleep with covered ears and whimpering cries I am from closet thoughts from the "what ifs" and "could nevers" I am from the empty holidays with lonely living rooms and booked flights
off season bearings just by a month not all things ripe have fallen waiting just for you beauty with every purpose with no intentions of partaking fresh stitches at every seam you too only last for two so we make the best of time doused with laughter and sunburnt cheeks didn't know spring could last a lifetime two , two weeks of bloom-- and we're already half way through the seasons don't deter the seeds we sow with sunshine like her its endless so we water with unknowing scythes knowing that any season can be ours