enough. 

I’ve run out of tears to cry

over the ones that leave.

 

My heart remains complete. 
All I need is all of me. 

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What type of warrior are you?

Another dagger in the heart

You’d think by now that 

I’d have learned how 

to use my shield,

how to wield my sword…

Guess I’m just not

the type of warrior 

who fights off love. 

Flight

We’re smaller than ants
in the grand scheme of things
and yet.
here we are, pretending we
have forever to enjoy another sunset,
still wishing for the days we had
when there’s still so much ahead.

When the future comes knocking, answer it.

There’s nothing left in the past
for you to keep now.

Let it go.

Trust that love will come again
just like it did then.

and you?

been spending more time than usual

listening to the familiar,

coming home to myself,

healing the scabs instead of picking at them;

been keeping my words on lips

and lined pages,  been investing

in the power of my lungs and strength

of my heart;

been keeping my tears safe

and my mind wild,

been living the love I have yet to have

and holding on to the hope that everything that’s been

just precedes even better days.

 

the power of words

how many crazy dreams

I’ve shared with a pen and paper,

how many ideas and plans have seen

perfectly blank pages,

how many loves I invented,

how many ghosts I have chased away

with the stroke of my pen

how many dead I have risen,

how many different lives I have lived,

how many hearts I have broken,

how many lies I have told myself to believe,

how many tears I caused, but also joy

because words become feelings

when feelings won’t do

but today I write love into life

and hope in the darkness

because that’s what a writer can do.

two halves can’t make a whole

I was still breaking when you met me

maybe that’s why you never let yourself fall,

maybe that’s why seeing her lips kissing his

was more important than keeping yours on mine,

maybe that’s why you even liked me at the beginning:

A woman with substance.

You knew I would never just

stay on the surface,

that I had way too many words to gift.

 

But you were also breaking and didn’t know it

because you never stood still long enough to notice

your seams coming apart

maybe you liked me because I helped you stop,

taught you to listen to the words between the silences

but isn’t it funny how sometimes when you stop

you also start to walk away?

all of a sudden you had a list of all your to-do’s

and I wasn’t a part of them

An abyss opened up between us

and only then did we notice

how far away we had drifted

from the kind of love

we both deserved.