A wise woman once said she’d like to be defined by the things she loved.
Not the things she hates or fears or the things that haunt her.
This idea very much stuck to me.

This is my attempt at defining myself by the things I love or the things I find love in.

I love the sound of ocean water hitting the shore.
I have never been more at peace than I am at a beach.
I can freely think, freely breathe.
I can just be free.
I think the ocean is love.

I find love in good morning and good night texts.
They may be meaningless to some,
a nuisance to others,
but to me it’s the purest form of endearment.
I can’t look at a good morning or good night text and not smile.
I think those texts are love.

I love and find love in music.
I would go through hell as long as at the end, there was a good song.
I love to sing my favorite songs at the top of my lungs
and can’t help but tap my finger to my least favorites.
I think music is love.

I love books.
Even with the worst books, I love the lessons they had to offer.
I love the time put into writing it.
I love the time I put into reading it.
I love starting to read a book at 9am and blinking to find out it’s now 9pm.
I think books are love.

It’s so easy to get wrapped up in what I hate,
even easier to get ******* in what I fear,
sometimes I forget love is a thing.
I don’t want to live like that.
I want to continue to love and find love in things.
I am a lover, not a fighter and some may hate that cliche
but you know what, I love it.

I think being a lover is love and that may be redundant but maybe, just maybe, I love that too.

Known for obsession with heartbreak,
Turning sounds of heartbroken tears into anthems,
The words we all feel
But could never produce turned into a karaoke song
Volume as loud as it can go,
Trying to drown out memories of the high you gave me
The naive girl in the songs sounds more like me,
As I replay the red flags
With each heartbreak had
there’s a song to be played

august was in a drought
a literal burden to my thoughts
i thought i was gonna die out
but here standing on my way out

add my name to your medal tray
i was your eleventh or twelfth prey
once your gold in the bay
then only a ghost in your days

has come the september
i hope no more sobber
that person could’ve been better
but then proven to be disaster

and time is ticking
here i'm hoping
it will erase every single thing
cause i won’t hold on to nothing

and i might live with the pain
but it will heal under the rain
it's foolish to believe you were a saint
but one day what you plant is what you gain

All that was August
Breezed through just like
                  Wind gust.

You talk to your girlfriend.
She is angry
She's crazy about something you said
Because she does not understand your mood as I do
I am in my bedroom
It's a typical Tuesday night.
I hear the kind of music she does not like
And she will never know your story like me. '
But she wears short skirts
I wear t-shirts
She is the captain of joy
And I'm in the stands
Dreaming of the day you wake up
And discover that what you are looking for has always been here
If you can see, it's me who understands you
I'm here all the time, why do not you see?
You are next to me
You are next to me
Stroll the streets with you and your worn jeans
I can not help but think that this should be so
Laugh on a park bench and think of me
Hey, it's not that easy
And you have a smile that could enlighten the whole city
I have not seen it for a long time since she knocked you out
You say you’re good
I know you better than that
Hey, what are you doing with a girl like that?
She wears high heels
I'm wearing slippers
She's a happy captain and I'm in the bleachers
If you see, I understand you
I'm here all the time, why do not you see?
You are next to me
Wait and wait at your back door
All this time, as you could not know
Baby you belong to me
You are next to me
Oh, I remember you came home in the middle of the night
I'm the one who makes you laugh
If you know you're about to cry
And I know your favorite songs.
And you tell me about your dreams
I think I know where you belong
I think I know you’re mine
Do not you see that I understand you?
I'm here all the time, why do not you see?
You are next to me
Wait and wait at your back door
All the time
How can you not know that?
Baby you belong to me
You are next to me
You are next to me
Have you ever thought that?
You are next to me
You are next to me