You can work hard, stable jobs that leave you feeling unsatisfied and unhappy because you lack time in the day to do the things you really want, or you can take a chance at being unstable to fall in love with your passions.
He loved me on the weekdays,
when he was clear-headed enough to comprehend
the effort of cultivating a semi-lasting relationship with someone else
because if he had the choice, he wouldn’t do it sober.
You do not need to be more than you already are. You need to be you.
I wonder if we are all jumping onto planes,
wondering where our next relationships will begin
who they will begin with
where they will begin.
I like you at three in the morning
because it is the only time I find safety
in expressing my feelings for you.
I always wondered when it was the right time, if there was ever a right time
I would look at the counter, the bottles strewn across the shelves, of every variety
wondering what the correct combination was
I wonder if we will ever stop seeing each other
if we will ever realize that we will never fully belong to one another
because we will never fully understand how to love ourselves.
I don’t miss him
because he was always the motivation to spend time with people
They say that actions speak louder than words, but we are actionless.
Does that mean we are screaming?
I’ve tried to write poems, novels, short pieces, song lyrics
but they are either too short or not long enough.
How can a person accurately describe the feeling of their entire body
being consumed by another being, a feeling of wholesomeness?