I drink grief some days to wake up

I stand in the shower for an hour every morningin an attempt to wash off all the years of leaving embedded in my skin-The fingerprints of ghosts long gone.For a few fragments of a few seasonsI believe that the past does not matterAnd some daysI lather and rinseenough times to feel warm againBut most daysI…

It is the small things that will save you

One day you’ll wake up, a little tired but unafraid.You’ll wake up, wishing you could sleep in five more minutes but never that you could wake up in that one lover’s armsYou’ll wake up, and you’ll get out of bedAnd you’ll go do whatever you have to do,Whether it is going out for a runOr…

You put the world together, do you know that yet?

You leave pieces of your heart on the collars of some shirts, the stray strands of someone's hair, the ends of some ledges. Some days I see you pray for these pieces to come back to youI guess this means you do not knowthat in the darkest of days,the streetlight will shine on one of…

This is how you get back up

This is how you get back up on your feet.There will never be definite moments of recovery.Some days you’ll wake up with a bounce at your heels,other days, it’ll be stormy as all helland then when a set of these days are over,you will obliterate the agonyand you will heal. You waitand you never stop…

Voyagers

There is that fraction of a heartbeatwhen I am aware of what heaven is.Gravity feels cruel because I am falling into youand all we want is to fly together.But we are simply voyagers;when all we are running toward is already holding out its hand,why do we care whether we drown or stay afloat? In a…

Clockwork

I cannot make outwhere you end and I begin.time is an unusual thing;is now for everor is this forever, right now?some say memory works like clockworkbut I could never seem to remember the order in whichyour breath on my skin became my place of worship.Is time moving?I cannot tellwhen your arms hold me in like…

Lost Tides

Lost tides of youstill ripple through my sheetsloneliness has never felt so familiarit’s almost as if you never left. Your touch has always beena ghost to me.

Strong women

Strong women leave pieces of their hearts on every corner of the worldThey risk; every single step of the way.Strong women carry their hearts on their sleevesScattering kindness on the path they walk.Strong women cry and shoulder others who doThey always offer a hand to hold.Strong women don't remain whole all the timeThey break, they…

Fortune

It's an age old tale,People searching direly for happinessand losing everything they have in between.Look closely, doesn't that glass of water under the starsshimmer like champagne would?Doesn't your two bedroom apartment make all the differenceBetween having a place for your christmas treeAnd being homeless.Change this age old tale,Don't let history be your storyThe next time…

That Girl

I am not the girl you'll tread over.I am not the song that plays on your lips when you pleaseI'm not the candle you can blow out when your day's done.When you wake up 20 years from nowAfraid that monotony is too familiar to your veinsI'm the coffee that'll wake you up with new hope-Too…