how do you let go
when all you want to do
is hold on
that’s the tragedy of life
I guess love
had other plans for us
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Novel
lay me down
and open me
like your favorite book
waiting to be read
tracing over the lines
of my novel
memorizing every word
there’s something about the way
you slide your fingers
between my pages
that makes my stories
come alive
Poison – A Collaboration
Thank you to my best friend Christopher for collaborating with me once again. Poison has been waiting to be released for a few months now and the wait is finally over! These collaborations for me have been the highest compliment as a writer. I can’t thank you enough Christopher for allowing me to be a part of this. I hope we get another chance to write together again soon! Much love to you! Please head over to his page and check out his incredible writing Christopher’s Blog
I stare at
these old memories
packed away inside
broken picture frames
all the years
of feeling unloved
flood my veins
chronic hate
fills these eyes
and I grow cold as ice
each time
I stare intently inside
at the pain of yesterday
it somehow always
states the case
where I’m the one
to blame
nothing will ever
feel the same
until I drive out this hate
and cast this poison away
Another lifetime
inside another lifetime
I’m remembering
who you are
though every smile
every laugh
every fiber of you
feels so familiar
I’ve loved you before
a thousand years ago
in another space
inside this sphere
in some other existence
there was you and I
we were once before
Chasing Daydreams
she had this thing about her
where sunlight lived beneath her skin
aged postcards and love letters
were written upon her bones
in the most delicate ink
and chasing daydreams
was her favorite thing to do
because it always leads her
back to him
Polaroid
unspoken moments
printed
ink-stained
and packed away
reminders
of a life
that use to be
where the silence
feels so loud
within the corners
of our story
and time
seems to freeze
the memories
that still remain
inside the frame
of a polaroid
Delicate Threads
*Picture is my own photography*
the delicate threads
of my existence
are sewn from every sunrise
and painted onto
the canvas of this world
where oceans
are tangled in my hair
and poetry breathes
beneath my skin
waiting to be whispered
to you
Pieces of me
I hope you find
pieces of me
in the lyrics
of your favorite song
inside the lines
of your favorite book
or in the temporary moments
of fleeting happiness
but most of all
I hope you find me
in the silence of the night
when you close your eyes
and dream
Sunset
*The picture is my own photography*
oh how I remember
that sunrise
was your favorite color
and the promise of a sunset
inside my eyes
was your favorite place to be
Wishes
with every second
that passes
I wish I could hear
the sound of your breath
as you whisper
your love to me
and feel your voice
laying gently upon
the layers of my skin
I wish you knew how deeply
you are etched
into my bones
and that every poem
that flows from my fingers
will find a way to you
in every single lifetime
this universe holds
The Creative Chic 