love isn't always an overwhelming feeling. it doesn't always hit you like a train, or wash over you with relentless tides. sometimes it's watching his smile from a distance while he's with his friends. it's the sound of him loading the dishwasher in the morning before you've even gotten out of bed. it's the feeling … Continue reading three fourty am
Category: writing
missing
why does it feel like every single thing fits right into place like a jigsaw, each little shape interlocking where it belongs it's all coming together, and i'm starting to see the full picture i'm so excited and i hold my breath as i watch them cozying in but then i can't find the last … Continue reading missing
wishing to forget
i forgot how it feels to have my palms ache to silently cry, careful not to make a noise to fall asleep with my eyelashes damp to clench my jaw so tight i fear my teeth may snap to breath as slowly as possible so not to sniffle to repeat to myself over and over "it's … Continue reading wishing to forget
give and take
i wish i could express how much you matter that even though you're just one of millions inhabiting the planet you make the sun shine so much brighter i wish i could show you the enormity of my feelings that the days before weren't quite as full until there was you sometimes … Continue reading give and take
naturally unforced
i really like the way you look at me and the way you kiss me and the way you talk and the way you just exist. just being around you changes the way the world looks the future isn't so scary because i know we're planning for it the past doesn't weigh on me … Continue reading naturally unforced
perhaps?
"perhaps?" you ask "perhaps." i answer, as the birds flew above us. i don't remember my past, maybe for the better. i can't predict my future, maybe for the worst. i only see my present. i see you, about to cry i've never let you down before, maybe now's the time. again you answer me, … Continue reading perhaps?
to your core
i always thought love was this passionate, explosive thing.
teacher
it's a strange thing...
semicolon
hey you
earnest and sweet
it feels like winter is over