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Erin Riley Apr 2020
One day
you’ll see the puzzle
you’ve created.

Or maybe
I’m just a piece
that you purposely lost.

Because you know
I would complete you.
But you are not ready
to be whole.

I hope you find
what you're looking for
as you kick off new games
to leave in the dark.
Erin Riley May 2020
I wear you every day.
A delicate fabric that can tear at any moment.
I can’t give you away,
you’re sewn into my skin.
But
maybe
I can layer you
with a new coat material,
fresh warmth,
strong lining,
bold buttons,
that tie our seams together
so nothing can rip us apart.
Erin Riley Jun 2020
You have
watched
me my
entire life.
Show me
how to
rise
with my
light and
set
with my
darkness.
Erin Riley Dec 2020
I want to fall for someone
who will break for me
who will let their stains spill everywhere
who will allow their eyes to pour up a glass
of the beautiful mess
that they are
Erin Riley Jun 2020
The real spine of this country
exists between the lines
where
battered backs
carry
the words of few men.
The weight on their bodies
keeps the truth
from falling off the page.
Erin Riley Jul 2020
You
undress
my wounds
as if
they are
just as
soft
as my
skin.
Erin Riley Jul 2020
Button
yourself up
with
every
layer of love
your heart
has in store.
Erin Riley Jun 2020
There’s no
forecast
for these patterns.
The ones
that bring
heavy rains
falling
from your eyes,
followed by
blue skies
waking you up
to your light.
Erin Riley Apr 2020
Half full,
or half empty—
to be broken
and not know
what broke you
is a shattering
thought.
Erin Riley May 2020
Why have
I always
felt the need
to be someone
else’s property
when I was
planted on
this earth to
grow wild.
Erin Riley May 2020
After
the first time
we danced,
I could never get our song
out of my head.
You said,

"we must’ve waltzed into each other in another life",

as we fell hard
once again.
Erin Riley Aug 2020
Be there
to hold my hand,
or don’t.
Either way,
I am never letting go
of myself.
Erin Riley May 2020
Somewhere inside,
a little girl
has been writing
this entire time.
She is running out of space,
but is too afraid to leave.
I opened my notebook to save her.
I can see her now.
Suffocating
between the lines
my pen is trying
pulling apart.
Erin Riley Apr 2020
Today
is a present
yesterday
could never
give and
tomorrow
could never
take away.
Erin Riley Jul 2020
Learning
how
to bring
my dreams
with me
when I
wake up.
Erin Riley May 2020
Now I see
my path
of growth.
It’s one
where I fall
head over
heels
for every version
of myself
that got
lost
along the way.
Erin Riley May 2020
Cornered
again
by battles
left behind,
I realized
that my
weakest
elements
are my
strongest
allies.
Erin Riley Apr 2020
Mirror, mirror,
How do I see past this?

Look,
This reflection
is only a surface
to scratch.
Instead,
Dive into the
depth that’s
staring back.

Give pause
to your rush.

Catch up
with those places
that keep trying
to reach you.

Maybe the
routine is what
needs to be
unraveled to
wind up in
your ordinary.

Because
whatever
signs you’re
following,
we’re all
just trying
to find a way
back home.
Erin Riley Apr 2020
What if every emotion
that refuses to live
below the surface
is a guardian angel.
Protecting
what’s underneath
while we heal
and grow wings.
When we’re ready,
they’ll open the gates,
so we can take flight.
Erin Riley Jul 2020
You asked why
it’s so hard
for me
to speak up
for myself.

I looked
into your eyes,
took a breath
that swallowed
you whole.

Inside is a girl
asking questions
and looking
for answers
her smile
would never
talk about.
Erin Riley Oct 2020
When
will the fight end
with who
I was before
and who
I can become.
They’re like
two parents arguing,
forgetting
that their child
is right here
watching.
Erin Riley Aug 2020
Remembering
how when we
were young,
we were so full
of life
and had
barely lived.
Erin Riley Aug 2020
Lost
in the
dark
is where
we learn
how to
find
our light.
Erin Riley Apr 2020
I should’ve
savored
your sweet
before it
turned bitter.
What I would do
for one more
squeeze.
Erin Riley Jul 2020
The love
that breaks us
will build
a path
for where
our hearts
travel next.
Erin Riley Jun 2020
Pull me
into your tides.
I want to
get lost
in your water,
fight for
my breath,  
and wash up
somewhere
far from
where I
was before.
Erin Riley Apr 2020
In reality,
whether
our eyes
are opened
or closed,
we are
always
dreaming.
Erin Riley Jul 2020
There I am,
running wild.
Free
as the
dandelion seeds
dancing in the air,
nestling into the earth
to make
my dreams
grow
true.
Erin Riley May 2020
The
ugly truth
is that our
flaws
are what truly
make us
beautiful.
Erin Riley May 2020
My flesh and my thoughts
meet in the mirror.
They argue right in front of me.
Like resentful parents
picking their stories apart
as if I’m not there
waiting for a happy ending.
I am invisible.
The cursing doesn’t stop.
It only gets louder
when they come to an agreement
that this home,
the skin I walk into every day
and the mind that used to wander
with her head up
is too broken for anyone to love.
This poem is about my first toxic relationship: body image. It's terribly sad to think about how our bad experiences as teenagers leave a lasting impression because our minds, bodies, and souls are so fragile around that time. I wish I was taught how to love myself no matter who hurt me or made me feel like I wasn't enough. If I ever have children, it's definitely what I'm teaching them.
Erin Riley May 2020
We rise and fall.
Carry stories
from far away.
Pull at rhythm
from above.
Protect our
deepest
elements.
Crash.
Find calm
after every
storm.
Erin Riley Aug 2020
Close
the door

on who
you were
yesterday

or who
you’ll be
tomorrow

and
make room

for who
you are
today.
Erin Riley May 2020
She has
forest eyes
that you’ll
get lost
and
found in.
Erin Riley Jul 2020
What confuses me
more than anything
is that our
memories
feel more real
than our
reality.
Erin Riley Jul 2020
We need
to teach
that
beauty
is not
what you
can see,
it’s what
you can’t.
Erin Riley Apr 2020
When I go outside, the earth, my mother always tells me:

Your petals may fall,
some days you’ll wither,
but you are a growing flower;
one whose beauty is out of the picture.
Don’t forget to look up, or down,
dig your feet into my ground.
I am always here,
watering your wounds
and rooting for your smile
to be in full bloom.
Erin Riley Jul 2020
If I
show you
my wounds,
even
the ones
not yet
healed,
will you
turn
numb
to our
growing pains?
Erin Riley May 2020
Sometimes
I'm not sure
if writing
is breaking
me apart
or putting me
back together.

In other words,
you are healing.
Erin Riley May 2020
The scars
that do
not
hide
are the
stitches that
hold
her
heart
right on
her sleeve.
Erin Riley May 2020
We are all born soft.
Floating into the hands of others.
Some don’t know how to hold on,
brush our hair back,
make a point to smile,
protect our tears in their palm.  
Instead,
they poke at us.
Say no
and go
with a firm fist.
Their claws try to embrace us,
but they only scratch the surface.
With so many punctures,
our insides drain.
Sinking,
we become skin and bones,
too hard to reach.
Erin Riley Dec 2020
fear and excitement
are twins
who love to switch places on us
Erin Riley Aug 2020
I am not always full,
but neither is the moon
and she still finds a way
to pour her light into the sky.
Erin Riley Apr 2020
My biggest
character flaw
is that I’ve
always been
a perfectionist
disguised
as a romantic.

It’s not about you, Prince Charming.
Erin Riley Aug 2020
Wrap up the love
you so madly give to others
and open it
for
yourself.
Erin Riley Apr 2020
Our bodies
run around all day
while our minds
try to catch up all night.
Erin Riley Dec 2020
I wish I could’ve warned you
about how heavy they can get
how they’ll refuse to leave
and instead
unpack in every room
they will pile up to the point
where you won’t be able to lift yourself up
you might think that the only way to survive
is to find a tool or two
one too many drinks
less food on the menu
any escape route that’ll drain you
but you’ll soon learn that
being empty
weighs you down just like them
thoughts
that’ll never stop trying
to devour you
Erin Riley Apr 2020
I rise like the
waves and
crash like
them too.

I am a body
of water
That’ll send
a ripple
down your
spine when
you dive in.
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