When my light begins to fade, And I cannot tell the difference Between the edge of our Sea And that rocky ledge Where old things go When they are called home. In that half-light, Where time splits open And everything that once could fly Embraces the finality Of a perpetual slumber, Know that when everything … Continue reading “You aren’t here anymore, but that doesn’t mean I’m alone. Even though it’s hard, I’m able to keep going with a smile, because of you… Thank you.”
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“I’m not surprised by many things anymore, which would explain why you managed to shake me to my core.”
You were everything I never knew could exist in a soul. You were a soft sunset, yet you never lost any of your radiance. You made the end of every day something to look forward to. I had no idea a person could actually look forward to tomorrow without even a hint of fear. You … Continue reading “I’m not surprised by many things anymore, which would explain why you managed to shake me to my core.”
“I’ve tried leaving my heart free to wander, but everytime…every single time…it always comes back…to you.”
I wanted us to be happy, but I also had an unhealthy definition of happiness. I thought of everything we were, and made it into everything you were. I did things that might make you smile, wrote poems that would light up your eyes. I was content to make your happiness my happiness. But that … Continue reading “I’ve tried leaving my heart free to wander, but everytime…every single time…it always comes back…to you.”
“Distance, like the stars from our Earth, the very same distance from my heart to yours.”
The twinkle in her eyes isn’t from stardust, diamonds or pearls; Her eyes shine from her own wonder, her curious nature for everything around her. A polished stone set in metals pales to capture the allure her eyes hold, for her eyes are to alive for such similes to hold a sliver of justice. She … Continue reading “Distance, like the stars from our Earth, the very same distance from my heart to yours.”
“I can’t stop shaking, and I can’t change. I’m setting myself up with every chance at success, knowing I’m going to fuck it up.”
I’m not doing anything that should warrant such an extremely negative reaction from myself. I’m eating a sandwich while I finish up some work, but that last bite…it’s hard to explain, but that bite made me feel so hollow, that it was all I could do to keep myself from crying. I took that bite, … Continue reading “I can’t stop shaking, and I can’t change. I’m setting myself up with every chance at success, knowing I’m going to fuck it up.”
“Doing nothing is something; it means accepting that falling apart is as normal for us as breathing.”
I built you a home in my chest by clearing out everything that was useless. My skin was paper, so I cut it away into tiny shapes of cranes, and you smiled as my flightless birds floated on top of the bathwater. You watched them only long enough to see as they made their way … Continue reading “Doing nothing is something; it means accepting that falling apart is as normal for us as breathing.”
“I wanted to feel your warmth, so I let you set me on fire. Now I am ash, and you don’t think you did anything wrong.”
I was a kid, and you weren’t the adult I thought you were. I wanted to be cool, to be something more than what I was. You said you saw potential in me, and I wanted you to be right. You said you saw someone special, somebody who could be somebody. So, I let you … Continue reading “I wanted to feel your warmth, so I let you set me on fire. Now I am ash, and you don’t think you did anything wrong.”
“I’m not going to waste my time screaming into the void. I’m going to find you, plant my feet, and from my own mouth, say the words I need to hear the most.”
I wish I could tell you How much I miss you Without it having to feel So pathetic. I don’t expect you To return to me Any of the things I gave to you. I just want a chance To say the things I’m still feeling. You don’t have to listen. Even though … Continue reading “I’m not going to waste my time screaming into the void. I’m going to find you, plant my feet, and from my own mouth, say the words I need to hear the most.”
“I want to give you pretty things, like seashells, forehead kisses and promises I’ll never break.”
My smile isn’t what it used to be. I’ve managed to put some miles on my smile, which is inevitable for anybody who’s ever allowed another person into their heart. That sounds negative, but it’s a neutral fact of life. Honestly, if I were to meet an adult whose smile shined as if it had … Continue reading “I want to give you pretty things, like seashells, forehead kisses and promises I’ll never break.”
“Coloring in the spaces between the lines on my wrist, I have to admit, I’m a pretty shit artist.”
You were coloring in my lights, Drenching a binary world A pallet of contradictions. Unbalanced, indiscriminate yellow, Stoplights shaded evergreen, And as your lips buzzed my name, I felt the edges of a wave That promised to dye My timid October orange Every variant of the red Lurking in my veins.










