Picket fence girl. Board straight, with your heart in a tangle, your boy is saying he loves you, and you're happy aren't you? you're high school sweet hearts, stuck in a rut, thinking this is as good as it gets, optimistically. You're marking the days off your calendar, waiting for date in particular, but… Continue reading picket-fence girl.
I look over at him, his kakis rolled up, his hair messy and his eyes awash with sleepiness. He is knee-deep in his socks, wading in the ocean. I'm sitting in the sand, watching the horizon and him acting like a fool. The beach is lonely without us; no one comes to visit her here in the midnight. The tide… Continue reading you, me, and the beach.
"I am an emotional wreck," I said when my life felt it was falling into pieces. Nothing seemed right. My emotions were rampant, and I didn't know if I was feeling one without feeling another. "My emotional wreck." He responded. I knew he didn't know the half it; that he didn't understand the fractures and how I reset… Continue reading emotional wreck.
on key singing; your voice ringing in my head all week. car window searching; it's your face I look for every time. my favorite songs tells a story; that I never heard until you came. everyone tells me the rumors, that I never heard from you. the city lights shine, like fallen stars.… Continue reading in & out
You say I'm crazy, untrustworthy, and sensitive. You say I have too many trust issues, low-self esteem, and bad judgement. I wish you were wrong, but you're right...I'm all of those things. Do you know how many people I've let in? Not many. This girl without makeup, that tries not to cry because she's… Continue reading You See Me Differently
I know you don't understand me, how I tell you Grecian myths relating to the constellations, how the smell of books and coffee is somewhat of a drug to me, how I drift into a eerie silence and I lose myself in a daydream, how I strive for perfection, but never ask it of anyone… Continue reading I Don’t Know…
i am disjointed and dysfunctional but i know how to make you smile and even if i clawed at my skin in the shower, and you called, wondering how i am i'd hide my bleeding wounds, tell a joke, and when you laughed i'd feel like i belonged if just for a millisecond