The Words Made Of Still Water

I wish there was a code word for when we lost our minds. A thing that we could say as a way to reach out to the other person, through the anger, and say, “Despite all the things I’m saying, I’m still in here and I love you, I hope you’re in there too.”

The Song Of You

Even when the things they sing aren’t kind, remember that someone is still singing for you.

The Scars Fade To White

Here is the start of the unpopular poem:

I don’t miss you anymore.

No one will get this tattooed on their arm.

No one will start crying when they read it. 

It doesn’t feel like it at the time, but time takes everything away eventually. Even us.

I hope you have a good life and I hope you fall in love with good people.

The Only Ending

Let me be the reason you tell yourself better stories.

The Map On My Skin

Those aren’t scars.

That’s where life life underlined the important parts of you.

The Love Of Last Meals

We're in your apartment and you're making dinner and we're laughing and I’m struggling not to tell you that this might be the best my life has ever been and somehow, I know if I tell you, you won’t believe me.

We're in your apartment and I want to tell you that even after everything that's happened to me, I can love you.

The Spinning Heart

Please take a moment to be still.

Even if it’s only as long as it takes to read this.

I know no one told you, but it’s your turn to hold the universe today.

It’s your turn to keep it safe. So don’t be angry at anyone, especially not yourself. And if you were thinking bad things about who you are, stop.

Remember that when you’re kind to your heart, you’re kind to all of us.

And please. Be careful with yourself and the universe. Because the feeling you have right now in your chest is what it feels like when it spins.

So hold still.

You are holding the universe, in your heart.