Day 86: Simple Things

Slow breaths, legs tangled,
and hearts beating together...
at last, I am home.

Day 85: Pearl

"You are a wonder,
a pearl in the mouth of an oyster
that remains hidden in the depths of the sea,
lucky is the person who finds you at last
and allows you to be free." 

Day 84: Numb

"The whole truth is that
sometimes it's better to feel
numb than to feel pain."

Day 83: Dreaming

"I've forgotten how it feels to have someone's arm around me, protecting me even when I wasn't scared. I've forgotten how it feels to wake up in the middle of the night because of soft kisses on my neck. I've forgotten what it's like to wake up and see someone on the other side of the bed, looking at me like I'm the only person on this earth. Now I wake up, expecting to see you, but all I see are my own mistakes staring back at me."

Day 82: Her

"Admire her.
Notice the crinkles that outline
her eyes like a crescent moon
when she smiles.
Watch how she giggles
or plays with her hands
when she's proud.

Touch her.

Prove to her that the stretch marks
decorating her skin
are intricate works of art.
Caress her with gentle hands,
soft fingertips admiring
every curve of her body.

Cherish her.
Imagine your life without her.


Adore her.
Tell her she makes you a better person.

Love her.
After all, she's the one who taught you how."

Day 81

"How I miss the days
when I would wake up to see
your mischievous smile..."

Day 80

There is nothing in
this world gentler than your touch;
please let me be yours.

Day 79

untouched and broken
I can only heal your wounds
if you allow me

Day 78

Books are open worlds
waiting to be explored with
the turn of a page.

Day 77: Haiku

At times like this I
wish you were still here for me...
instead, you are free.

Day 76

"When I was a kid, there was nothing sweeter than splashing in the puddles in my Sunday's best. What happens to these simple pleasures as we grow older? Sometimes any situation can be made better with laughter and a little rain."

Day 75: Autumn Leaves

With winter's cold
the abundant branches
become barren wood,
colorful leaves
look above at their old home
being pecked with a dash of snow
and allow the wind
to be their escape.  

Day 74: Medicine

"I never knew pain
until I let your words prick
my skin like needles
and you left me there to bleed."

Day 73: Story of My Life

I tried my best to
make it better for you but
you won't let me in.

Day 72: Fix Me

Love took you away
and left me with a ruptured
heart and broken smile.

Day 71: To Be a Writer

being a writer is the feeling of closing your eyes and
finding your mind swirling through a desert of darkness,
like your imagination is parched and
needs something new to quench its thirst and
so you can feel, behind closed eyes,
your mind searching through many worlds
much too quickly for comprehension and
everything looks familiar yet
you do not have time to place it
before you are onto the next thing and
then the next and
then the next and
when your brain finally catches up to your imagination
your head is spinning and
you can't wait to do it all over again because
at long last you feel free,
like you are in charge of any world you create
and your mind does not stop until every last detail is down on paper. 

Day 70: take time for yourself

remember that sometimes
it's ok to close your eyes
and forget the world,
to think for yourself,
breathe deeply,
and do that one thing
you've been putting off
for months.
and when you are ready
to view the world with
newborn eyes,
you will find that
the stars still shine,
the waves still crash,
the sun still rises,
and
your heart still beats.

Day 69: Passion

Because all it takes
is passion,
passion that burns
like an everlasting candle
in your soul
that is the first thing
you think of when you wake up
and the last thing you remember
as you drift asleep.
If it burns out,
this does not mean
you are not passionate;
your candle just encountered
a gust of wind,
ready to be lit again
at any moment.

Day 68: Poetry

Poetry is taking
an empty page
and creating a canvas
for all the words that
cannot be said out loud.
It's taking
an ink-filled pen and
transcribing emotions that can
only be explained with
broken
lines
and a little soul.

Day 67: Sewn

We're attached by a
string and I am waiting for
you to cut the line.

Day 66: Happy

I'm dancing in a
crowded room
a smile plastered
on pink lips
you would say
I'm the happiest
girl you've ever seen
but I have never
felt so
alone.

Day 65: Memories

You are there,
in the cream swirls on my coffee,
and there,
in the fireplace, crackling softly.
You are in the
rays of the sun when we used to watch it's rise,
and you are there,
in the warm tears of my eyes.
And I am here,
writing a poem on my half of the bed,
slowly forgetting you and the memories
that once filled my head.

Day 64: Haiku after Haiku

1. My future child,
everything you do will be
success in my eyes.

2. I will be there to
guide you when times are tough, but
I won't hold you back.

3. Always be yourself.
I promise I will never
tell you who to be.

4. Don't get mad when I
say no one will ever be
good enough for you.

5. I will realize when
your heart breaks, because no one
knows your eyes like me.

Day 63: Puzzle

I have run out of
pieces to put your jigsaw
heart back together.

Day 62: Daisy

Do you remember when we
planted our daisy garden
the summer after we bought our first house?
You told me like the everlasting daisies
that will grow new each year,
our love will burn forever
(He loves me.)
Now my hair matches
the snow on the ground outside
and the patch of land where
our garden once was
is now as barren as my heart
but I have saved one last daisy
because I need to know the truth
and so I gently pluck the last
withering petal
off its broken stem and whisper
(He loves me not.)

Day 61: Haiku Story

How dreadful it is
to only know happiness
when I'm in your arms.

Day 60: Time

After all this time
I still want you more than you
ever wanted me.