#badpoetryheals

It’s been a while since we said goodbye. And only an hour or so, into a new hello. I don’t know what’s in store. Nobody knows for sure where we will go. Soaking in each sunrise, rinsing off the day before. Things might have been easier yesterday. That’s neither here nor, is it there. Let the gravity settle around you. Rise up, take a step. Listen...The unknown beckons. Open the door. #badpoetryheals #hashtags #goodmorning #drivebyphotography #courier #downtown #moveon (at West Seventh, Saint Paul, Minnesota)

Not many people can see what I do. Day after day, through the week, too. I take in history, the smells and sounds, the view. I consider myself lucky. Even though sometimes, I feel blue. And I can’t wait for the day that I’m over you. Oh, I’m moving on. I am living life, doing what I do. But I still get excited for the days... When I don’t think about you. I wonder what we could have been. I wonder if you wonder, too. But I’m in this place, a smile on my face. Because I know, I’m getting over you. Well, it wasn’t the words that you said. It wasn’t the way you left. What I miss the most, was simply a ghost of the man I thought I knew. But he wasn’t real, nothing about him was true. Once that sunk in, once I realised and knew, I had to get on with getting over you. #morehashtags #stpaul #growing #bemore #courier #badpoetryheals #gonecountry #bestillandknow #listen #healing #movingon #mybestlife #live #loveyourself #procrastinate #yeahimwritingnotworking

Not many people can see what I do. Day after day, through the week, too. I take in history, the smells and sounds, the view. I consider myself lucky. Even though sometimes, I feel blue. And I can’t wait for the day that I’m over you. Oh, I’m moving on. I am living life, doing what I do. But I still get excited for the days... When I don’t think about you. I wonder what we could have been. I wonder if you wonder, too. But I’m in this place, a smile on my face. Because I know, I’m getting over you. Well, it wasn’t the words that you said. It wasn’t the way you left. What I miss the most, was simply a ghost of the man I thought I knew. But he wasn’t real, nothing about him was true. Once that sunk in, once I realised and knew, I had to get on with getting over you. #morehashtags #stpaul #growing #bemore #courier #badpoetryheals #gonecountry #bestillandknow #listen #healing #movingon #mybestlife #live #loveyourself #procrastinate #yeahimwritingnotworking

Not many people can see what I do. Day after day, through the week, too. I take in history, the smells and sounds, the view. I consider myself lucky. Even though sometimes, I feel blue. And I can’t wait for the day that I’m over you. Oh, I’m moving on. I am living life, doing what I do. But I still get excited for the days... When I don’t think about you. I wonder what we could have been. I wonder if you wonder, too. But I’m in this place, a smile on my face. Because I know, I’m getting over you. Well, it wasn’t the words that you said. It wasn’t the way you left. What I miss the most, was simply a ghost of the man I thought I knew. But he wasn’t real, nothing about him was true. Once that sunk in, once I realised and knew, I had to get on with getting over you. #morehashtags #stpaul #growing #bemore #courier #badpoetryheals #gonecountry #bestillandknow #listen #healing #movingon #mybestlife #live #loveyourself #procrastinate #yeahimwritingnotworking