a poetry scrapbook

contents


more will be coming lol <3

bitter coffee and
sweet hot chocolate each morning.
can you tell which is which?

i'm not exactly married
to the idea of living
as myself.

has anyone else
ever wondered
how it feels
to be free?

it is morning.
is it truly good?

i can't help but wonder
if a smile would fix me
or break me.

i grabbed a notebook today,
lost my heart in the flowing words on its pages.
i don't think
i'll ever get it back.
every word's a constellation,
the letters, scattered stars.
i wonder if someday,
in my room or in my car,
i'll find them looping around me...
maybe i'll find them soon.
for now, i know i'm here to stay
here glittering like the moon.

to press
and rest
and kneel
and keel
over with
the force of
the world.

and she was loved
in spite of it all

and what if
i could be
better?

in my defense,
i've always been like this
and you've just never noticed.

a book in my hands,
her feet on the stands.
mine on the ground,
we're not making a sound.
we don't have to together,
a look and we weather
the sadness away,
the nostalgia will stay.
but we're here and okay
so i'll say it today:
my darling, my love,
my sweet-hearted dove,
stay with me, stay with me,
i'll love more than enough.
stay with me, stay with me,
when push comes to shove.
i'm here, you're here,
and we cannot fear
the loss of us
when there's lots of us,
enough to fill the world with us,
replace the oxygen with us,
i'd breathe just fine
if you'd always stay mine.

and my lips
circle around her skin,
mapping her body,
hoping that i could live within
her.