ideas

Feeling proud of my growth. Everything is temporary.

Shedding tears for women and what this could have meant. My heart aches knowing men with ideologies like the one who abused and changed me can be viewed as symbols of what we represent as a nation.

If we can look back on our lives and categorize time periods by degrees of light and shadow, my time with you is the brightest sunshine, the bluest skies through my windows on a Sunday morning.

always growing

with death comes rebirth

I forgive you for hurting me by moving on with a life that I cannot be a part of any longer. I can understand that you had to do this for your own growth and peace of mind, and I will let go of the bitterness that I feel about your decision. The heart cannot lie about how it feels, and I do not want to be with someone who must lie to me, either. I will forgive, I will let go, and, eventually, I will find something greater and more complex than what we had, I suppose.  For now, I will focus on expanding in love and seeking the joy in my life that I have neglected for too long. I forgive you, though you do not seem to be seeking my forgiveness, because anger and bitterness eat away at the heart, and I cannot have this darkness if I am to begin again. You know me, but I do not think you know what I am capable of. Let me show you my strength, my compassion, my adventurous soul. Let me show you my heart, beating louder than ever, that will find purpose and fulfillment that you may never know. Let me find someone who lifts me up and lets me spread my wings.

the universe is infinite and i’ve been stuck in the smallest space the time has come to grow again

you told me you liked the way i had spread the blue and red tones across the wall, and in that moment i knew i wanted to spend a thousand years lying next to you.

will the moonlight wait for me? will the cobwebs remember me?

Two imperfect people loving each other imperfectly.

but this dream was different stuck inside everyone's head but my own looking through cardboard boxes full of you full of those bad nights wet grass and street lamps everything untouched

Let me live in a little house in a quiet, open place where I can breathe fresh air and kiss his lips and sing and walk barefoot and not think of things that do not matter.

I want to write a poem without words Without letters, without ink To press it into your skin While you are still sleeping Just fingertips and steady breathing

We made love softly and silently, as if the night were sacred.

We all are poems, beautiful and plain full and empty sad and hopeful.

Give me wings. Give me wings. Give me wings.

In a dream we went to the ocean. We stood on the cliffs and stared into the night, I almost lost you.