she had not stars
but galaxies
in her eyes
and her mouth
(when it wasn’t spilling
poetry and dirty words)
was pure electricity
she never painted
inside the lines
because she was too busy
sketching the masterpiece
that was her life
she lived by one rule—
love.
and while she may have been
a lot to handle
you will learn that she is
everything
to lose
February 6, 2020
there was something about her
the way she seemed to have
too much spirit
to hold inside one body
she spoke in poetry
to a world that would never understand her
and loved
in ways most could not comprehend
her bones were made of pure passion
and her hair was stitched of stars
there was too much life in her
to be contained by mere flesh
and in her eyes there was a fire
though beautiful from a distance
when you got up close
you were sure it would consume you
January 2, 2020
i would have loved you
in your darkest hours
when you couldn’t even
look in the mirror
i would have loved you
in the quiet moments
after all the words
had already been spoken
i would have loved you
through your restlessness
and indecision
if you would have let me
i would have loved you
enough for the both of us
but, baby, don’t fear
because i will love you
in another life
when the timing is right
January 2, 2020
when you read my poetry
you are holding my heart
in your hands
my unrhyming lines
beating an unsteady rhythm
against your palm
and as you flip through my pages
know that you are skimming
my brain
peeking at all of the hidden parts
of my soul
so please keep your fingers together and
try not to let the small broken pieces
slip through
and fall to the ground
December 31, 2019
she may love you
but it will never be like
i love you
she might learn to swim
in the oceans
of your eyes
in ways that i never did
but that is only because
i let myself
drown
while she floats on your surface
with a graceful ease
i have seen your depths
the underneath parts
and as my hands learned to
feel their way around
i fell in love with
your darkness
December 31, 2019
i always promised
that i would never take
a single second with you
for granted
and i never did
even in the moment
i knew how special
each passing one was
but i am realizing
now
that it was the inbetween moments
that i didn’t treasure enough
those are the ones
that sneak up
out of nowhere
and steal my breath
for example:
i didn’t realize how much
i would miss
waking up in the morning
and my first thought being about
you
opening my eyes
and knowing i am loved
that i am someone’s muse
had i realized
i would have kept each waking thought
in my bedside drawer
or tucked them under my pillow
before
one by one
they vanished
like the december morning fog
December 31, 2019
she falls asleep
with the taste of stardust
on her tongue
and the possibility of
a thousand unfinished poems
dancing at the edge of her dreams
and with the moon shining through her eyelashes
casting shadows on her cheek
she does not long for the sun
or crave his heat
because within her
an authentic soul radiates
warming her skin
like the fall rays
that stream through bare branches
just to rest on her face and hair
and while part of the sun
will always live within her
she is falling in love
with the night
and all it’s unknown constellations
December 30, 2019
it was impossible
for her to walk this earth
and not notice his absence
she couldn’t breathe in the same air
and not smell his skin
when he left
he took with him
her desire to
kiss without fire
and love without passion
and in his pocket
he tucked her ability to exist
without him
December 21, 2019
she’s the kind of girl
who looks down
when you tell her she’s beautiful
and turns away
if you catch her staring
her hair is always tangled
at the end of the day
and she knows how to smile
through the pain
she’s all too familiar
with the feeling of tears
running into her ears
because she only lets herself
cry in the dark
she will laugh at all of your jokes
and cares a little too much
about everything you say
she will love you
with every inch of flesh
inside of her
and will sit outside with you at night
just to watch the
moon and stars
she will fall asleep
at three am
with a book in her hand
and will leave your tshirts
with a faint scent of vanilla
she’s the kind of girl
who will give you her heart
without expecting anything in return
and one day
if you’re not careful
you will look back and realize
damn, she really did love me
December 21, 2019
you promised i could be open
that nothing I said
would ever be
too much
you let me believe
i was safe
and important
as you listened to me
go on
and on
you heard
every dream
and every fantasy
i took you on a tour of my heart
let you wander the halls
and carve your name
in the restricted section
i guess i can’t be
too upset
because i was the one
who gave you
the fucking knife
but you were the one
who allowed me to discover
that i like
getting off on the pain
you swore i could be the real me
and you would love me
despite
and because
but i guess that’s
just something people say
December 19, 2019
