i’ve taken up journaling.
spilling my feelings between thin lines and smudged ink.
although, my words are not articulate enough.
i don’t describe my feelings in a way that is poetic or neat, it is only human.
who am i preforming for?
if only my soul is to read these pages,
why must i put on an act?
why must my words of melancholy, rage, and hopefulness be reworked.
a beautiful home, without a foundation.

in my vision i saw it clearly
our hearts became one
my hand in yours as we fell asleep
a glow emitting from where our bodies touch

i drove down this road today
a road that’s tainted with your smile
your laugh
your eyes.
i drove until my eyes were blurry
and my lungs were aching.
even the trees sing your name,
throwing it around on a winter breeze.
you’re everything.
you’re everywhere.

soft breathes and unspoken agreements.
a forbidden call to the stars,
a plea to bring back what once was.

the day they worshipped the sun god
the day i worship you.

i’ve loved him for two years.
two years of hopeless pining.  
two years of whispered confessions.  
two years of secret glances and unspoken bonds.
there are times i feel our hearts thump together.
i hear them call eachothers names,
but to no avail.
my heart continuously calls out to you

can you hear it?