breakup – brittany given.

journal sixty-two.

I love poetry but I am not so great at sharing my words— dishing out compliments does not come so easily to me I think it’s because of the obviousness how it’s so easy to see how much adoration I have for you that speaking such simple words are lousy but how silly is thatContinue reading “journal sixty-two.”

journal sixty-one.

lovers to strangers strangers to lovers we long for one and feel like death in the other but for the chance for it won’t we cry ourselves to sleep? wake up in bed, still dark and, yet, hope to dream remember the joy that love could be? won’t we? won’t we pick up those glasses,Continue reading “journal sixty-one.”

journal forty-three.

last night, i dreamt of you and even in my dream, i didn’t think it was true i had the thought that i was dreaming told myself to wake up, and i did, so seemingly it had to be you, since still, you were there and confused i was to see you so clear whenContinue reading “journal forty-three.”

journal twenty-three.

So there I was, standing at a place where my last memory was of you and me, and I’m sad, but I have no desire for you to truly be sad anymore, and tears are falling from my eyes for what we once had, but I do not want that future with you anymore, andContinue reading “journal twenty-three.”