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