Sometimes I think this is all I know
That the moon moves your hands like the tides
and I know they’ll always come rushing back to me
but I miss you so much when the tide is low
always wishing you wouldn’t go
even when you’re gone I’m stuck in your undertow

I’m a shell on your beach, you’re the salt and the sea
You’re wearing me down but what’s left for me?

I lie anxious in waiting, although I know that you’ll come
another days gone by and my edges feel numb
after you leave, I look around, saddened by what I see
My clothes are on the ground, and I’m a little less me

Let the night become darker,
So I can see you much better,
My source of light,
The lighty light
✨

...to weekday wake-up calls
...to monotonic wardrobe
...to the smell of coffee
...to blank spaces
...to conversing chairs and empty benches
...to long walks
...to midnights
...to back porch poetry and sonnets
...to sunday morning bike rides
...to gloomy days
...to days without plans
...to days with random plans
...to stillness and invisibility
...to taking chances
...to gestures big and small
...to love languages and unintentional kindness
...to the right song at the right time
...to words spoken and unspoken
...and to all i forgot to thank
...thank you.

when I was sixteen the only
three things
on my mind were : alcohol , Charlie
and a boat
to have a boat and swim away
be lost
surrounded by water
drinking with orcas
still
thinking of
Charlie

I hear you.
I know you’ve been telling your friends **** about me.
I see people looking at me because of you.
But they don’t know what I know.
They don’t know about what you told me.
And they don’t know me.
But I know you.
I hear you.

the rain it howls so loud
the thunder it crashes.
caught in this constant storm with no way out
I am so afraid.

But then there You are.
Like a beacon in the darkness.
You welcome me in with open arms and hold me tight.

The storm is still there
But now I have a rain coat.

-You.j.j