i'm so bad at talking to people, my feelings get stuck in my throat. they ask me what's wrong and i rush to persuade them that i am the best i've ever been, even if i'm hurting on the inside. it's how i'm made, it's why i take much easier to pen and paper. the... Continue Reading →
is it selfish to want things they can't give to you? it's not that they lack anything. they just don't fill up your cup, they don't leave you full.
i think it's all in my head, you know, keep it to myself and maybe it'll go. or that's just the lie i like to hear when i'm feeling low, god forbid i wake up and realize i'm alone.
if i ask you a question at 3 a.m please forgive me for the weight of my words. i've been intoxicated by my coffee and poetry and the music has been circulating through my veins. at this time of night, my tongue is controlled by my heart and i blurt out words i know i... Continue Reading →
i think i was sick of thinking it was all in my head so i wrote it all down on paper.
once again i've had too much coffee and i'm left to write my wakefulness away. i don't mind being up until 3 a.m, it's actually quite nice to have the night sky as my lullaby. when i'm ready, i will greet my pillow with the satisfaction that no words went unwritten today.
i hope you know that i wait everyday for you to come around, even when you swear you don't need me or my outstretched arms. i stay close by because i know one day, the climb will be too tough for you and you'll need an extra hand.
to every ache that rattled my veins: i should not have let you steal from me, i should not have let you dig your hands into my soul. but, thank you for showing me that i am strong. because of you, i have learned how to fall on my knees and pray. you meant to... Continue Reading →
you know... it's funny how i open my mouth just to hesitate yet can't stop finding the words to write on paper.