April 16, 2014 § 15 Comments
You try and explain a chance you didn’t take, but the only part in your voice that makes sense is the fear that’s shadowing over every word you speak—so you stop talking, because you can’t even stand to hear this voice that’s stemmed from your head and not your heart. You brush your teeth, you slide and dance happily slipping in your white socks across the wooden floors of your home. You smile and twirl—but there’s tears in your eyes, your hearts heavy and you feel it with every turn. You open the door, then you close it. You do it again—it’s part of your routine, your try to prove that nothings changed, that you’re okay, but there’s a heaviness that surrounds you, thats birthed from your innards, and slowly it’s destroying you. You brush your teeth but your heart aches and routines feel like the heaviest weights you have to drag around without choice.
So you whiten your teeth, you buy new shoes and a new dress. But then you drink a pot of coffee, you don’t go anywhere in your new shoes and no one even compliments you on your dress because no one can see you when you’re hidden away with your heavy heart and your regrets. And it’s then, that you realize things are temporary, beauty is vain and fears will always come and go — but when you’re given a chance, an opportunity to risk the comforts that keep you sane and boring, those won’t come every day…and when they do you have to jump, you have to say YES, you have to be ready…
April 15, 2014 § 15 Comments
I guess I’m not your baby,
I guess I’m not the one.
I guess I’m not your lobster bisque, your penguin kiss—
The one you fall asleep with on the phone.
I guess I’m not your fairy tale,
Your Princess Bride, your Sleeping Beauty.
I guess I’m not ‘The End’ to
Your Happily Ever ending.
April 12, 2014 § 3 Comments
April 7, 2014 § 24 Comments