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.