Petal picking, impatient sitting, Waiting to expose the hour. Don’t throw your roses, Dampen your poses, All will be bright on time,...

Sweet dreamer. What do you believe in? That you’re capable of so much more? Or do you simply adore, This card you’ve been dealt... That...

My leniency curves in the pit on my stomach, As I tip toe around their concerns. As I bend myself and replace myself, In the presence of...

Cold fish, fluid and elusively effervescent, My emotions sometimes just don’t seem so present... Or concerned, or aware, of the impact I...

Don’t let me break your heart I’m not the one, just only one part Of the story, a momentary glory For which will eventually cease Don’t...

So often when I feel immersed and flooded in poignant emotion, is when I get the overwhelming urge to purge this pain on paper. I call it...

My efforts to jot down my emotions is to open my soul. I can hear it talking to me but the language is still unknown. I don’t know,...

What is it, about you, that makes me love you so deeply? Yet even on this earthly plane, I still see your flaws so distinctly. And they...

Look what you did, when you locked down the vault. Look at who are you are, this was never your fault. Or theirs, or anyone, just said...

Tongue twister Paper-cut blister Shape shifter A-Z lister Newsflash Flash in the pan All about today Tomorrow out of sight out of PlanB,...

I’m too young to understand And I understand, I am But please don’t talk so lovingly If I don’t fit into your plan

I’ve been through this before I know there’s a way out The times like these Only appear when I’m most in doubt When lessons are arising...

The grief I felt feels overplayed

He wants to settle But like stardust we still float Just hanging in the cosmos We'll float by on our little boat He’s waiting for a...

Dread plunged to the pit of my stomach It occurred to me that right then you would’ve done it Suddenly your sadness submerged me in an...

I think I’m ready to feel. Again. It’s occurring to me that maybe I’ve grieved the loss of my innocence, not only of him. Maybe I miss...

Was it his love Or my own propensity to love That allowed me to feel the way I did?

Am I almost reaching the end stages of grief? Tell me now, somehow, that the course is complete? I try take from from losses the things...

I didn’t think love was seasonal I always felt like it was timeless Yet we disintegrated like falling leaves So let’s just brush this all...

How do I cognitively concoct the crippling cares that encapsulate me? Could I carelessly cast them aside and calculate another way to...