hundred & twenty-three

Nothing but soft earth below our feet and endless sky above our heads. You reach for my hand and make me feel like the very poetry I'm bound to write about the way you make me feel.

hundred & twenty-two

Poetry is just truth, void of all bullshit, come at from different perspectives, fueled by different experiences.

hundred & twenty-one

She’d rather be kissed by the stars than kissed by the sun. Her days were a blur and her nights were specific. You see, when your eyes were heavy with sleep, her mind was wide awake. She knew there was something comforting about only needing yourself in the shadows of night and not the many faces the daylight offers.

hundred & twenty

You don’t love her. But I know you want to. We kissed and before I could find my breath again, it seems she called dibs. So, according to cul-de-sac rules, you were hers. Confused, I handed you over just as quickly as you handed me yourself.

hundred & nineteen

It’s dark out and I’m bargaining with fate again. Though both may leave me unsatisfied, were we an abundance of lies or an absence of truths? 

hundred & eighteen

You wrote a story on my skin and sent me adrift like a message in a bottle. And now I’m waiting for someone else curious enough to carefully make sense of the words I’ve been covered in. Perhaps this time, they’ll write new secrets in permanent ink and keep me for themselves. 

hundred & seventeen

I don't miss you as you are. I miss you as you pretended as to be. I miss the potential, the inspirational, the curiosity. I've seen you now, and I don't recognize it. I'm missing the parts of you that were always missing.

hundred & sixteen

Flashbacks come in strings of sentences you once said. One lays on my heart. And then the next. And then the next. Stacking and stacking until my mind is overwhelmed with uncommitted intentions and my eyes are overwhelmed with tangible sorrow. It's an all-consuming weight being pressed deeper my only whispered plea is for sleep to come quickly. 

hundred & fifteen

My phone vibrates on the sheets beside me and I'm suddenly full energy. I see the sun come up as my battery dies down and the playful conversation comes to an awkward halt. Maybe we'll talk soon. Maybe we won't. But until then, tell your girl I'm sorry. 

hundred & fourteen

I'm not entirely sure what it is about a dark room and an open flame but as of late it has felt more inviting than your name on my phone and I am proud of that.

hundred & thriteen

Though I wonder what it would be like to wake up confident and courageous I do believe there is something beautiful in the humility of the shadows I've found myself in. 

hundred & twelve

What if instead of looking at our precedents as precautions we look at them as ammunition? What if instead of looking at our mistakes as losses we look at them as progression? Maybe then we’d learn to redefine our limits rather than redefining our goals.

hundred & eleven

I woke up in a cold sweat realizing that this is how it’ll be now: living in daydreams and resting in nightmares. My only reality lays in reminisces I dare not revisit. 

hundred & ten

It's between the heaviness of my eyelids and the anxiety in my chest and the chills on my skin that I find all the love I harbored slowly surface.

hundred & nine

3am came up slowly behind me and wrapped it's ice cold fingers around my neck. It squeezed so seductively I barely felt 4am force feed me your words I swear I already threw out with 2am.