Text Me

The problem with communicating
Through writing alone
I read into all your words
Mimicking my own heart's voice
Inflection and intention
Assigning depth where there is none

Contradiction

It's so fucking
Hard
For me to be
Soft

Cuffing Season

It's one of those fall days
My fingers ache to be intertwined
Outside it smells like heaven
Crisp leaves and chimneys
This chilled air is perfection
I want to be wrapped up
In flannel shirts and blankets and
Comforting arms

Precarious

Hello again
I 'm back on this cold floor
Toppled once more
From my precarious peace

Incomplete

You seemed to have figured out the tools to disarm me
Persistence and humor
Pushing back against my stubbornness
I would catch myself smiling
Wandering in my thoughts of you
How I saw you staring at me from the corner of my eye
The stupid jokes and small details you remembered
Were we just a missed mark?
Ships passing on the sea?
Your chapter feels incomplete but maybe
I just succumb to wishful thinking too often

Deep End

We can't stay in the shallows
I don't like to touch the bottom
Dive into the deep end
Let me drown in you

Manic Pixie Fat Girl

Somehow I've become that girl
Clementine vibes
Like I exist as a lesson
An experience
Because of my energy
Intensity
How it impacts you
Calming
Healing
Soul searching depth
That I inspire you
Living my creative life
Wildfire
Powerhouse
Wit and laughter
Poetry, tequila, and glitter
Dancing in the living room after midnight
When you've had your fill
When I start to become human
When I ask for reciprocity or
Time or
God forbid, love
You scamper on home
To your safe bet
And I stand alone
Among the wreckage I've allowed
My heart run amok
Licking my wounds
Or pretending I don't have them
Your fishing lines stuck in my side
Because you don't want to lose me
Not completely
How I make you feel
And you don't understand
Boundaries
Why I don't want to be friends

Hard to Read

Though my tone is dulcet
My face can be stone
The calm is a facade
Beneath the surface
I'm full of storms

Office Life

I passed on my way
Tall grass that looked like
Impressionist fields of fire
To come sit in this box
In front of a screen
Where I daydream about
Living a life of art

On Repeat

You can play me like a song
Are you another track on this skipping record?
It always sounds the same in the end

Again Again Again

Another batch of useless words
As your construction paper heart is
Stapled to the ass of a thin blonde

clean sheets

I just washed my sheets

Here they are again already

Dirty with salty tears and regret

Lukewarm

Giving it a chance
Isn’t the same thing as
Being excited

Shreds

Don't place your tissue paper heart
In my razor blade hands

Excitable

It's hard for girls like me to get excited
Over-thinkers with guarded hearts
Waiting for the bottom to fall out
From anything that makes me feel

You Might Be A Bad Listener

Your energy feels like
Vibration and static
Erratic bouncing
Like a box of loose tennis balls
You buzz like too much coffee
An animal pacing a cage
Restless

Seeds

I was told to stop
Planting seeds in the past
That they won't grow
But all I see in you is growth
Slowly climbing with guidance
And I am cautious of course
I know you have thorns
But I want so desperately
To see you blooming

Blue Eyed Girl

Your blue eyes weave a tale
They betray you
The smile on your face
Sorrow shows through them
Crystal clear
An undercurrent
Pressing against a thin veil
Like they could well with tears
At any moment