why plan the days?
when days aren't considered days
without you

when days are too much,
count the weeks.
a slower paced and a
happier checkpoint.

Three months down now,
Everything is falling apart.

I’m disappointed
I feel our love story is coming to a close
And you forgot to enter it
He promised me a great love
So I opened the door
Fifteen months I waited
Now I’m not sure what I waited for
Clinging to what he said
I kept the door open
And I didn’t find you
But I found my faith instead
So if you ask me how I feel about
What I’ve been dealt
I will confidently assure you
All is well

The first time we met
was when we were six.
Your knees were pale and smooth.
Mine were littered with scars.

The first time we met,
They waited for the sky to fall.
They waited for days, until
they realized the sky was not falling.

Life went on.
We grew side by side.
The sky had yet to crash
into the sea.

They waited—
months flew by—
the prophecies cannot be wrong!
they said, shocked.

I told them that prophecies were just fairytales.
I was six, and I didn't believe in fairytales.
I told them they were wrong.
I was too confident.

I haven't written a poem
In 10 months, almost
Which is the same amount of time
We've been dating

And in the past 10 months
I've learned a lot
I learned to show emotions
And to cry

I learned the joy of having a person
To love and to love me
And I also learned the complete and utter pain
Of constant distance

I learned to not fear companionship
Or intimacy
And I realized how much it hurts
To miss those things

So these past 10 months
Grew me
I was handed my greatest dream
And biggest fear