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-nine.

So he told you that you were pretty? That, without you, life would be a little shitty? All those sweet nothings made you feel aglow So they cannot blame you that you did not know That pretty is the equivalent of feeling fine That pretty means nothing when he cannot say “mine” In reference toContinue reading “journal forty-nine.”

journal forty-seven.

If your happiness became the only form of payment, How much more selfish would you be? What would be worth your tears? I want you to think carefully Because I really think that’s it. That’s the price we are paying. To live this life, It should go without saying That you only get to beContinue reading “journal forty-seven.”

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 thirty-eight.

who are we without the people we love? one of my favorite things is standing in airport arrivals. seeing family and friends unite. hugs of I haven’t seen you in so long, and I’m so glad you’re here. wonder in the eyes of faces taking in a new city for the first time. it feelsContinue reading “journal thirty-eight.”

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.”