Day 174

I never thought I would experience a broken heart like the ones I've read about in books. I never thought one person could make my life whole. But you did. And as quickly as you came into my life, you were gone.

Day 173

An empty smile is an empty soul
I am waiting for someone to fill the void
that has burned in my chest for so long.

Day 172: missing you

I believe the stars
shine brighter because you have
joined them in the sky

Day 171

a ghost visits me at night
and brings me back to life
pale face and blonde hair
empty eyes
and an empty soul
like the inside of a torn rose 
it reminds me of you
so gentle and unnerving
floating gracefully
through our room
in your white nightgown

only when I drift asleep
do I realize it's you all along
and it's my job to mend you

so I'll relight the candle
in your heart
I want you to feel
a burning in your soul again

it will hurt at first
to smile when you haven't
for so long
but I won't let the candle burn out this time

I promise

Day 170

I promise the sun will still shine tomorrow
as bright as every day
and the clouds will cast a shadow
that looks just like your outline
so I'll stand in your silhouette,
pretending you were never gone
until dusk comes and
the sun sinks below the horizon
and your shadow
disappears for one more night.

Day 169

forever is a long time
to spend with someone
but it's even longer
when spent alone

Day 168: Nine Word Story

I have grown used to silence as a sound.

Day 167

when we first met you swept
my feet off the ground,
but then you became the one who
pushed me back down
before I knew it,
my feet were caught in quicksand
and the only way out was
with the pull of your hand
but I could not reach
instead I sank deeper into the ground
and watched you leave footsteps in the mud
while I silently drowned.

Day 166: Soulmates

Is it bad that romance movies have heightened my expectations of love?
Is it wrong to want someone who loves me so much they would die for me?
Or look into my eyes like I'm the only one they see?
Is it wrong to believe true love just might exist?
Maybe my other half really is out there
writing poetry about me
and waiting.

Day 165

I used to look into your eyes
       and see the entire ocean,
now the life is gone and all
       that's left of the ocean is
the salty tears on your cheeks.

Day 164: Seven Word Story

Sometimes you just have to walk away.

Day 163: Haiku

My empty lungs are
now filled with words that I turned
into poetry.

Day 162

A fast-beating heart
says a lot about a person
you make
their lungs so full
their mind so happy
that even their heart
cannot contain the excitement
of seeing you.

Day 161

she walks by with a big smile
blonde hair perfectly curled
surrounded by boys that laugh
at her every word
but there's something missing
inside her
while everyone looks on in awe,
she wonders when someone
is going to see through
the mask she wears upon her face
that conceals her flaws
with a pretend smile

Day 160: Six Word Story

Your words cut deeper than knives.

Day 159

Is it silly to think I could just bleed you out of my veins with words? Tired poetry just doesn't work like it used to. I thought for every word I wrote part of you would seep out of my veins but I've written a million words and you are stronger than ever. What more is there to do? Break my skin and watch my blood fall to the earth? Maybe actions really do speak louder than words.
But what if, after it all, you're still there?

Day 158

My head fits perfectly
in the curve of your neck,
a crescent moon
made just for me
I would wish
on every star
if it meant
we could stay like this
forever.

Day 157

Even though I'm gone
I'm not hard to find.
You can find me
in your shadow
or the pages of a
withered book.
I am dust in the wind
and a shape in the clouds.
See me
peering back at you
as you gaze in
the mirror.

I'll fill the
empty reflection.

Day 156

I never wanted to need anyone
    but here I am
writing bad poetry for you
    and remembering
every little thing I did wrong to
    make you walk away.

Day 155: Alive

I find a wonderland
when I look into your eyes,
a soft brown so clear
I can see my own reflection
and sometimes I even think
I look beautiful.

I guess I needed you
to make me feel alive again. 

Day 154

she's the girl that
everyone wants to know
but
they're too nervous
to talk to her

so every night
she cries herself
to sleep

wondering what
makes her so
unlovable.

Day 153

How lucky am I to have someone that I miss?
Someone to make my heart bleed words
that echo in my veins.
You are both a dream and a nightmare.

Day 152

All of a sudden
one thousand swords plunge through my heart
and all I can think is this sounds a lot like
ice cracking when the sun rises.
And I'm confused, because it's supposed to hurt,
isn't it?
I've read in books broken hearts are meant to hurt.
But I'm not even bleeding.

Day 151: Ten Word Story

I have forgotten what it's like to make you proud.

Day 150: Scent

I see a glimpse of you in everything
but you are most vibrant when I am
alone and I can smell you
on my shirt
wood and spice and love
and there is so much time to
remember you
and I am lucky because
no one else
in the world can make my mind so
peaceful. 

Day 149: Six Word Story

"One heart heals and another breaks."

Day 148

"Sometimes I feel like I'm just following your footsteps, but your legs are much longer than mine. And it doesn't matter how many steps I take because you're always going to be ahead. I'll never catch up. I'll never be good enough for you. That's how I feel. I'm just a shadow, lurking behind you. But shadows disappear when there's light. I just want to make you proud, but how can I when you don't see me?"

Day 147: Ten Word Story

The ache in my heart cannot be cured with kisses.

Day 146: Medicine

When I was six I fell off my bike and bruised my knee. I cried until my mom kissed it and the pain was soon forgotten.
When I was twelve I fell out of my tree-house and broke my arm. I cried until the doctors gave me medicine and it was soon healed.
When I was seventeen I was dumped for the first time. I cried until my friends showed up with movies and ice cream and the color of his eyes was soon forgotten.
When I was twenty you broke my heart. And there's no amount of medicine in the world to mend one thousand pieces of broken soul.

Day 145

As the wind blurs my eyes and they begin to water,
I see you standing before me, a heart on your sleeve.
I know I am hallucinating, I know that you're gone,
but that doesn't stop me from reaching out my hand
to feel yours again. But you are just a memory and
the sharp wind slices my hand and as soon as you
came you are gone, my dust in the wind.