I Hope We’ll Always Have Paris
And we laughed so hard
and we were so young
but we were beautiful.
You Said I Was A Firework
I still don’t know what to say,
and I still think of that ride,
and I think maybe I imagined it.
When Your Childhood Home Is No Longer Where You Feel At Home
Somewhere in between here and there is the last three years of my life, and in between now and the next three are the choices I’ll make once I finish this tea. And that’s terrifying.
This Is What It Feels Like To Dream About Drowning
Somebody’s chasing me and they’re not the kind of people you want on your trail.
I run and I run but they’re not done with me yet.
This Is How You Start Over
Are you gonna wake up tomorrow and wish you’d never talked to him at all, wish you’d said you weren’t ready? Would you have meant it?
You And I Are Only Dreaming And We’re Only Clouds
I am a stranger
but you know me so well,
and I know the ins and outs of your every scar
as I trace my fingers over ink
as I kiss every inch.
You’ll Remember Me In Sunsets And Starry Eyes
And if this moment’s all we have
may it be worth our while,
so kiss me again and
say you’ll remember me
in sunsets and starry eyes.
When You’re The One Who Runs Away
I run away because it’s what I do best, and because staying is difficult when you’ve gone your whole life wearing your heart on your sleeve and you suddenly decide you want it back.
The Truth About Fading Friendships We All Let Slip Away
Someone asks you about her weeks later and you catch yourself in time, but it’s a close call. You smile a good smile and say she’s doing fine, and it’s believable, really, it is.
This Is What Comes To Mind When I Think About What It Means To Be Home
It’s sunlight through the windows and Van Morrison playing through the speakers, green hills and red trees and that one spot of the Heath that I know better than I know myself.