The person of your dreams
turned out to be a sad reminder
that nightmares are still just that
Dreams
It’s time to wake up

Sometimes...
I talk to the moon
And tell it all the things that I can't say to him...

and when you said
laughter is like a foreign language
i imagined that i was
teaching you how to
speak it

And over time,
My pen stopped bleeding
But my heart didn't

Late night texts
Sleepy eyes
Small smiles
Butterflies

Stolen moments
Held inside
Beating heart
Stupefied

~

Left alone
Tear filled eyes
Chapped lips
Scarred thighs

Empty promises
Cast aside
Broken heart
Terrified

~j.l.