how to turn a hotel into a home.
Forgiveness. Can you imagine.
So much baggage I should date a bellhop.
a dance of hands
I am sorry I didn't try to stop myself.
Bonding you to me and me to you.
Days of silence immediately after days of shared sheets.
A pull in the opposite direction.
Why hold myself accountable for your disintegration.
You will learn to love the skin covering your bones.
If you were looking for temporary, don't offer to stay.
You never understood why you were given more than what you deserved and I could never understand why I deserved more than what I was given.
The truth was buried far beneath bare minimum.
You sketched my outline with genuine curiosity and pure enlightenment.
Proving me wrong in the right ways.
More than I wanted, less than I got.
The more I know, the less I've known.
Shorter than the span of us. Longer than the pain you left.
If you assume this pertains to you, you assume correctly.
Your presence filled me with an enormous sense of wellbeing, but it did the same thing for her.
You will only ever be worth as much as you allow yourself to be.
You took me through an adventure higher than the air that grasped for the wings.
People will always perceive you as better or worse than you actually are.
You do not control my worth.
Sight Touch Smell Sound and Taste are hard to explain to someone who is unable.
It didn't take long for me to realize that never knowing you was the same as never loving you.
I still love all the people I have lost. But isn't it sad that I've lost so many people that I've loved.
Pay less attention to what you want to say to someone with a triumphant spirit, and pay more attention to why you're saying it.
The more you grow, the more you know.
As the waves crashed against the rocks burning in the hot sun, I realized they don't do that to drown them, but to help them breathe in the chill.
The word confused replaced the word angry when the word hate replaced the word love.
Your hands burned my skin, your voice blazed a trail through every winding vein in my body.
From me, to you, to love, to loss.
When the chill comes from a cold hand, put your own hand in it's place.
"You said I was strong, but I am so much more than that."
Don't tell us to be open minded when it is you who has closed our minds.
When you lifted me up for the first time, I realized it was your strength holding me; not my own.
This is not a poem. Just Poetic.
Here's to nothing that used to mean everything.
If you were never here, then what was I holding on to?
For the ones who never meant to end up like this.