there is beauty in the silence that accompanies solitude.* it leaves you with room to wonder; to remember;  to surrender to a certain curiosity of what lies ahead - a curiosity of what happens once the silence is broken.

there is beauty in the volume of a crowded space. a monotonous pitch of laughter and small talk about the weather creates a soundtrack to the buzzing thoughts racing through your mind - the thoughts that become amplified once all the noise dies down.

there is beauty in the complexity of sound. silence and noise compliment each other in all aspects of life - where one is present, so is the other.

t.m.

heart soars
stomach drops
mind races;
the sense of sweet delirium
that accompanies
even the slightest of touch

eyes meet
cheeks flush
gentle grins;
the high that takes
forever to come down from
even in the tiniest of moments

hands entwined
heartbeats synced
thoughts shared;
the simplistic nature of
happiness between two people
when they connect

t.m.

inhale;

you are strong
you are powerful
you are admirable

you are different
you are intelligent
you are exquisite

you are beautiful
you are talented
you are loved

exhale;

you are enough.

t.m.

i have given in
to the soft crackle of old vinyls
harmonizing with the
rain tapping on my window;
it is a song unlike any other,
the lyrics engrained into my mind
and the rhythm in time with my heartbeat,
slow and steady

i am bathed in the glow
of scented candles and
strings of lights
strung up between windows and doors and open drawers;
wrapped in vanilla and white light,
enveloped in warmth
and drenched in dimly lit happiness

i am alone but never lonely;
on nights like these i lay awake
in sync with the crackle of vinyl
the soft patter of rainfall
the flickering of tiny flames
and the peace i have found
in simplicity.

t.m.

i saw a picture of you with her today
many who saw seemed to ignore
the fact that i was, in fact, yours
at such a recent time
people complimented the two of you,
what a wonderful pair;
it took everything in me not to
pitch my phone to the concrete.

i told you i had nothing left to say
but now as i catch glimpses of
your smile directed at someone else
and overhear broken pieces of
lighthearted conversations that
sound like ones we used to share,
my mind swells with thoughts
that won't slip past my teeth.

i keep telling myself i'll be okay*
without the expectation that
you would so easily find someone new
to confide in, to trust like i trusted you;
now, as i watch you stop mid-stride
to talk to her,
now that i can see you looking
at someone the same way
you looked at me when you told me
i meant everything and more to you,
i stop believing the mantras
i've been repeating.

t.m.