I stand at the door What am I waiting for? A whisper or a breath To tell me to carry on? Carry on, carry on.
Maybe I resent it because I know that since it meant so much it hurts so much more. And maybe I resent the fact
The wind– A finicky rush That has to be somewhere else All the time. The faint echoes of summer
I want to hold your hand Tight in my own As we run far away To a brand new home. I want to cup your face
i am unsure where you are in this night. it is cold it is dark
I’ll tell you to hold on tight, and we can be alone together in this nothingness. I’ll tell you to tell me a story, and we can laugh and cry together
I’m sorry I never told you About why I was so nervous around… I’m sorry I never confessed Because you moved on, And I didn’t.
He drapes his hand over the mounta… Brushes his fingertips over the fi… His breath dusts the windowpanes w… He cries for Spring, his tears fa… Soft mounds of snow form below him…
We have tendencies to be self destructive and it was only ever our fault, yours and mine and we were never okay.
Whiteboards are erasable. Write down a message Swipe it away with a sleeve Scribble down another message. Swipe it away again.
It is the emptiness, the nothingness, the in-between. Is it broken? Is it maimed?
I fear That now There is no real me. I wear a mask of personality And pretend I’m happy.
Hi Dad. I’d like you to know I’m finally Unboxing each memory Framed
My heart Is a glass ball Delicate Awaiting somebody Who will cradle it gently
flirting with death ring the bell and run she knows it was you but she lets you go you are waiting to die.