the storm

I remember the night we had our first fight

it was like the tide that crashed too high

and pulled back only for a little while

until it met the shore, kissed it once more

before the night was over 

you

I’d be lying if I said you make my knees weak

you make me feel things I didn’t even know were real

it’s like you taught me how to feel 

and that is more than enough to make me weak, 

you leave me speechless 

1:11 am

I’m willing to admit an amount more than i’ve been given

is about the love that i’ve so longingly hidden,

deep inside a place

where doors are locked and walls are dark

where i don’t even go

for fear that i might know-

what love looks like, even in the shadows

a mind after midnight

a mind after midnight is a scary thing

that undiscovered country of thoughts

throughout your brain and running in your veins

pulsing, begging to be acknowledged

and you feel your heart beat, faintly

but it meets the pace of your steadfast brain,

slowly synching into sleep,

hoping you’ll forget everything,

when your eyes open to face another day.

what keeps me up

i lay awake at night with a thought confined mind,

going over what’s already over between us and how

love changed to the dust under our feet-

please, i can’t sleep, i can’t stop,

wondering why you’re so consumed,

with fitting in within an unfit people

why can’t you realize that in my eyes,

we only have to fit each other.

hope

tonight i hope you'll join me, play with my hair as we 
sleep softly, and you breathe deeply,
blowing innocent wind onto my bare skin,
wrap your arms around my armored heart and hold tight
tonight i hope you'll stay with me, and remind me,
why this love takes time

remember

You are your heart
You are the art you hang on your walls
You are your 2pm thoughts and your 2am sulks
You are the whole and you are the parts
You are your heart
beating, reminding you what it means

to be and to breathe