In your eyes I see myself. I see the love we never thought was possible.

Time Heals All

There comes a time

when the crying stops,

no more tissues left

in the empty box.

The chains unchained—

the locks unlocked.

A heart slowly mends—

tick tock, tick tock.

The hours passing

on the kitchen clock.

Fearless Girl

Her power comes

from deep within,

inside a heart

her bravery sings,

a self-belief—

her smile brings,

this fearless girl

with angel wings.

A Little Part of Me

When you left—you took a little part of me. Not that I will be needing it back anytime soon. For what use is a smile to me now?

Disposable

I was just a summer fling,

a pretty plaything,

to parade in front

of your friends.

Clinging to your arm,

while yours

carved a new notch

on the fucking

bedpost.

Overwhelmed

Surely it’s irresponsible to love someone this much. If so—then I’m the happiest fool alive.

Old News

Last night—

my innocent face,

made the front page

of your heart.

The girl of your dreams—

the headline read.

When morning came,

how quickly

the story changed.

I became—

just another name,

in a long line

of lovers—

thrown away.

Like yesterday’s

newspaper.

Rise Above It

We can wallow in the mire or we can rise above it. Yes, it can be a struggle to pull ourselves out of the oozing mud of negativity and pettiness. But when we do, it’s remarkable how liberating it feels to be back in control of our lives. To be able to redirect all that wasted energy into something that showcases the very best in us. And is infinitely more worthwhile, more rewarding, and far more creative.

My Fear

To fall in love—

is what I feared

the most.

To have my heart

dragged—

from pillar to post.

To discover

a certainty,

was just—

an almost.

The Truth

The truth is fast becoming an endangered species. It’s up to all of us to protect it.

Mousetraps

My head—

a dusty attic,

filled with faded

love letters,

and forgotten

mousetraps.

Yet here I am,

thinking of you again—

eyes closed,

walking barefoot,

reliving the pain

with every step.

Our Pretend Summer

You always loved to play make-believe on rainy afternoons.

Blue cellophane sticky-taped to a bedroom window. Sipping strawberry daiquiris in chipped coffee cups. Basking in the warm glow of a plastic fan heater.

Dreaming of Saint-Tropez beaches and listening to Lana Del Rey. Two misfits in mismatched pajamas. Peeling oranges and fucking with the lights on.

Disappointment

Just when I thought my life was going in the right direction—disappointment was waiting around the corner.

I Often Wish

As years pass,

I often wish

I could outrun

time itself—

to slip away,

if only for a day,

to spend another

twenty-four hours

with you.

Horizon