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Sarah Feb 2016
I've been trying to talk
to my heart,
lately
not in a "listen to your heart" BS
kind of way

but like
we're almost friends,
pals,
someone I sort of know, who knows not
that
I'm always afraid

sometimes I sit
on my bed,
in the sheets,
and I listen to the naked
words of everything
my heart might want
to say to me
and I try
to start a conver-
sation-
"hey, whatcha up to? Is there something that I
need to know? Why don't you listen to me? Can you not
hear me like
I cannot hear you?"

that there's nothing,
or there's me,
maybe it's just me.

I want to know the secrets
of
knowing when your
soul is talking
and knowing when you're
full of **** and hoping for
an answer just
like me.
Sarah Feb 2016
If you leave me
please leave me
quietly
without lengthy explanations
or "one last kiss"

without telling me
you love me
or that I
changed you
how could I have changed you?
and that you'll always
care

If you leave me,
just leave me.
Just tell me the way it
is
without beating around the
******* bush
and making excuses
and promises

If you leave me,
leave me quietly- in few words
so I can
replay it
later
in the cinema of
my thoughts
without
mistake.
Sarah Feb 2016
Mid-February and
I know you
love me

I know the
sun is starting
her high-sky
days, where
she lingers and I
do with
you,
too

It's almost Spring
and I've been
told
that flowers are
blooming
(my heart is
blooming)

February, Spring Hope, Overcast and almost
sunny-
I hope you choose
me, I hope
that you choose
love.
Sarah Feb 2016
When you run,
you run
alone across the
places that I
wander in my
head
when you run,
you run
alone, for me, to the ridge

where I never miss
a sunset
and the bikes fly by
graffitied underpasses
like grey winged
cranes
hesitant to
leave the ground
after a morning
flight

When you run, you
run for me
and I can't
help but feel the
pulsing of your
heart in the rapids of
Amazon Creek
Sarah Feb 2016
What's the day?
When winter is finally spring?
When the foggy freeze of morning isn't
blowing us
      a kiss

where the flowers are
still sleeping
but the hands of sun
coax them from
December's slumber

What's the day?

What's the day I
fell in love with you
where your eyes went from
puzzles to
pictures
and the buds have started
blooming

Winter to Summer
Friendship to Love

What is the day?
Sarah Feb 2016
The screen door is
open,
tucked into
its hinge
and I'm folded
into quilts
on the
chaise

I smell summer and
perfume
and there's not
enough
red
wine for
days

Summer is the back
of a book
where you want
to read the
words before
the seasons
unfurl
Sarah Jan 2016
It was lying in your arms
I first thought I could
fall for
you

Now it's lying in your arms
I know that I can't
stop loving
you

I'd be lying if I said I didn't
hope while holding me
that you fell in love's
embrace
too.
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