i know that one day you’ll be a distant memory, but right now our love is as bright as the dawn.
just because you are not mine, doesn’t mean i can’t wish you were.
i am here. just that. that all i am now.
i remember it well
your hand was on my hip
as you stood
behind me
talking to your friends
and they all stared at me
because we weren’t even
together
but your hand was splayed on my hip
and your head was on my shoulder
and you told me
“you feel like home”
i wish this momentary calm could find the courage to last for the entirety of my life. but the war in my brain scares it away.
i’m so sick of sadness.
i am not just a feminist, i am a supporter of people.
yesterday i read the notes on a life
that had just barely counted as one lived
the girl was far too tainted to be a wife
but she was a girl with much love to give
she talked like a true contrarian
eternally antithetical girl
then her opinions flew with the herons
to a much kinder and comforting world
with time her smile faded into the gray
and she went aimlessly through the motions
she joined other wretched souls yesterday
her eulogy murmured by the ocean
i suppose she always hung by a thread
i would’ve hung onto each word she said
i never knew the concept of forgiveness would be so hard to grasp. but now i know that i can hold a grudge like a child. and in that melodrama i am proud.
i yearn for destruction of myself.
my biggest dreams couldn’t match the life we’re going to build together.