I'm nervous.
We sit on the couch with our legs intertwined
and you catch me studying your features
because you were nothing more than a stranger last week
But you're still a stranger now
and I want to do anything to change that
so I can justify how comforting I find you
or how easily you opened me up
Anxiety fills me up instead
when I see the the little cracks
tracing along our edges
We want the future
but we've never had a proper foundation to stand on
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Thursday, January 25, 2018
Sunday, January 21, 2018
comforts
lean into me
softly
tell me you care
intertwined fingers
and bodies
warmth on a cold night
a calm to my storm
all with a swift brush of hair from my face.
Hand to heart
to throat
mouth to neck
I've found comfort in your arms
and hope in your smile
softly
tell me you care
intertwined fingers
and bodies
warmth on a cold night
a calm to my storm
all with a swift brush of hair from my face.
Hand to heart
to throat
mouth to neck
I've found comfort in your arms
and hope in your smile
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trapped
I feel nothing as intensely
as the wholeness I've found
without you here to fight me
hand on my head,
face to the ground.
You told me I was broken
but you made me this way
my pieces didn't fit you
but you still demanded that I stay
To you love meant screaming
tribulations and trials
standing there to take it all,
faking my smile.
as the wholeness I've found
without you here to fight me
hand on my head,
face to the ground.
You told me I was broken
but you made me this way
my pieces didn't fit you
but you still demanded that I stay
To you love meant screaming
tribulations and trials
standing there to take it all,
faking my smile.
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Thursday, December 21, 2017
Open
Show me you love me
without touching me.
Show me you care
without gifts or money.
give me your time.
give me your heart.
give me your pain.
Let me experience you
and give you all I have left.
without touching me.
Show me you care
without gifts or money.
give me your time.
give me your heart.
give me your pain.
Let me experience you
and give you all I have left.
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Saturday, December 9, 2017
Jewels
I wear jeweled tears around my neck
They're heavy.
Crafted carelessly
from blistered silver
and broken stones
a calloused heart
and broken promises.
There's beauty
Romanticized like a painting of war
"oh, look how it catches the light
despite the way its been tarnished by time.
How lovely this weight must be to carry."
You can't imagine
A burden so large
you can't find the strength
to press your fingers together
and open a clasp.
They're heavy.
Crafted carelessly
from blistered silver
and broken stones
a calloused heart
and broken promises.
There's beauty
Romanticized like a painting of war
"oh, look how it catches the light
despite the way its been tarnished by time.
How lovely this weight must be to carry."
You can't imagine
A burden so large
you can't find the strength
to press your fingers together
and open a clasp.
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Saturday, November 25, 2017
untitled 7
Not hopeful, not kind.
But I try.
I brace myself and fall,
but I stand up every time.
Not well rested,
but I won't close my eyes.
Starving for my truth
I'll be walking til I find it.
But I try.
I brace myself and fall,
but I stand up every time.
Not well rested,
but I won't close my eyes.
Starving for my truth
I'll be walking til I find it.
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untitled 6
I'm rotten inside,
desperate to be forgotten,
I hide it.
I don't fit by
your side or in your mind
no matter how hard I try
I can't break away the parts
of myself I want to confine.
I'm jealous of the girls
you haven't met
careless, I set you as a standard
but its hard and my hands are
getting cold.
I can't hold on to you anymore.
desperate to be forgotten,
I hide it.
I don't fit by
your side or in your mind
no matter how hard I try
I can't break away the parts
of myself I want to confine.
I'm jealous of the girls
you haven't met
careless, I set you as a standard
but its hard and my hands are
getting cold.
I can't hold on to you anymore.
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