okay.

there is good worth fighting for in life,

because it tells you everything will be okay

it’s found in the toothless grin of a child,

the glint in someone’s eyes as they tell you their dreams,

in presents that say, I thought of you today

 

I let you tell me everything was going to be, ‘okay.’

because, you were my okay

a slight reminder, that the life wasn’t always

long monologues ending in crying

and murky days, dressed with forlorn people

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

come back.

i cried on your shoulder during pretty woman.

you cried on my shoulder on the sand.

we suntanned and dreamed of the future.

we read books and listened to music.

we danced and stargazed.

we had deep conversations on late night gas station trips.

 

i should’ve listened to you.

i was selfish. please come back.

please…

 

 

summer.

summer came and went

took our innocence

with the soft breeze

adolescence;

she caught up with us

finally, after all these years

from hiding from her

 

we traded in our dolls

for mixtapes and books

our lightheartedness,

disappeared when we

fell in love someone else

and forgot to love ourselves.

our contented souls now

tossed with restlessness

new ideas, places, people

confused us

 

i see you sometimes

in a hazy dream

your eyes,

lost on some highway road

searching for the exit sign

your hands,

bruised from fighting

tinged with blood

your laugh,

the melancholic chords

echoing throughout the car

 

that’s who we are now…

lost, but still driving

searching, but never finding

and i’m still getting used to it

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

keep the letters.

the letters

handwritten, desperate

pleas i handed you

you didn’t even care

enough to read

 

you kept the letters

those muddled

sleepless nights

drowning in anxiety

words that will condemn me

 

i wish i’d never talked to you

on those school steps

when you softly lied

and i believed you

because i wanted to

 

no one will love you

you don’t have a soul

sold it into slavery for

drugs, rock + roll

and your eyes are blackened

 

keep the letters

they are a past

i’d rather forget

but i hope you never forget

the soul you tried to corrupt