knowing that I can’t make you into
the man I want you to be,
knowing I can’t be the girl you created
in all your daydreams. 141 more words
3 weeks, 2 days
This is the follow through: the
me meeting you across
proverbial crowded room,
and not being able
to look away. Tony
West Side Story. 70 more words
3 weeks, 5 days
Let’s pretend we’re lovers.
I want to be running through the moonlight with both yours hand around one of my mine,
speed of light crashing into the diner, 201 more words
Peel me back,
let the choirs clean the dust from my lungs
if only so I can exhale a
Turn my body into hymnal and run your fingers free form over the notes. 103 more words
2 months, 1 week
There’s something to be said in the way
that we all want to feel
like we warrant a response.
That maybe that’s why we don’t ask for the honest. 107 more words
Getting over you.
It’s not prettily strung together in poetry.
It’s not a voicemail begging for what we used to be.
It’s accepting that you have all the power and effort that I have to make this, 153 more words
2 months, 4 weeks
I refuse to name my daughter Ivy.
I refuse to let her cling to any
male that sets his sights upon her.
I refuse to have her twist herself… 105 more words
3 months, 1 week