20s – brittany given.

journal fifty.

I love you Like birds love trees Like flowers love bees Like the moon loves the sun You’re my one And I’ll love you ‘Til all the trees die And the birds get too scared to fly And the bees forget to buzz And the flowers are all that was Left for someone to layContinue reading “journal fifty.”

journal forty-eight.

sadness (n): and I’m shattered some millions of tiny little pieces falling to the floor they pour out of my eyes stick in my throat who knows what is what anymore

journal forty-six.

I often grapple with that feeling of not being good enough Fighting the well-known fear that time has passed me by Despite not yet even having hit my first twenty-five years of life Like by thirteen, I should have been some prodigy By fifteen, graduated—from university Six degrees under my belt, offers littered at myContinue reading “journal forty-six.”

journal thirty-seven.

you do not give me butterflies they are much too fragile to hold the gifts you give to me no, dear you give me laughter so light I have to remind myself the ground is where I get to be with you encouragement so absolute I have forgotten what it is to fear those butterfliesContinue reading “journal thirty-seven.”

journal thirty-four.

What is your love language? I’ve taken that test a thousand times over I’ve sent it to all my friends and ex-lovers I used to think quality time is what I desired But acts of service is up there I’ve discovered Is that what it’s called when you adopt a love of mine? Take timeContinue reading “journal thirty-four.”

journal twenty-nine.

to think that I didn’t know the sound of your voice the pitch of your laugh the ticks that set you off and the quirks that you have just ten months ago our timelines had not known each other but now, you feel like a piece of home like you were there the first timeContinue reading “journal twenty-nine.”