some days all I can do
is sit by an open window
and hear the rain pour
and imagine it’s rinsing out
any sad thoughts inside me
cleansing me.
and sometimes
I swear it works
New Adult Mystery and Adventure Novelist in Progress
some days all I can do
is sit by an open window
and hear the rain pour
and imagine it’s rinsing out
any sad thoughts inside me
cleansing me.
and sometimes
I swear it works
Some days are hard
but I’ve accepted that.
Some are easy,
and those keep me afloat.
And I was so focused on the table
Brown with a crack down the middle
I couldn’t imagine ever taking my eyes off it
Especially not to look at your face
I could picture it just fine in my head
Even after the tears welled
And I couldn’t see anything anymore
I knew you were looking right at me
I didn’t feel anything when he left. I took all the energy I would’ve had and lost myself in all the things I loved before he came into my life, as if I hadn’t changed in the last two years. And it was somewhere around the third week that I realized with each person that leaves, a part of me dies. And someday there will only be flesh and bone that’s left, but even that was never mine.
And I wonder if I’ll ever feel it again.
Sometimes it hurts
Sometimes I’m in love
Sometimes I feel nothing at all
Someday I’ll let the ocean take me
I sip my coffee
I don’t chug
I like the bitter taste
it gets better with age
and someday I’ll take it black
that’s when you’ll know
I’ve gone bitter like the rest.
There will always be a void
deep inside my chest
there’s one for you
and all the others who’ve left
and I want to believe
that someday these voids will be filled
but it’s true what they say
that everyone leaves
and sometimes they come back
but sometimes when they do
they don’t do it because they missed you
or your jokes or your stories
they missed the attention you gave them.
I will write your name over and over
until it does not hurt anymore
and if that takes a thousand pages
at least it will be over.
and I will forgive you someday
but first I have to forgive myself
and sure, I’ve learned to love myself
but it’s still fresh
it started when I left
I dream of falling out of love with you
but I haven’t stopped
falling for you
to start
ending this.
and if I ever
find someone better for me
know that I’m lying
And I didn’t think
I could feel so strongly
but then I met you
and I wasn’t bitter
anymore