Day 201

I can never forget
your empty silhouette
vacant eyes
and lifeless smile
your heart was once on
your sleeve
now it's nowhere
to be found 

Day 200

You forgot me when
I needed you most but I
still welcome you back
into my heart
I just can't let you go
like you let go of me

Day 199

"I'm sorry," she wrote, "I need to find love for myself before I can make room for you." Don't give up on me, I whisper to the words on the page, I have enough love for the two of us to share.

Day 198

paint a crooked line
down the middle of my heart
right where you broke it

brand me with a scar
down the center of my cheek
where my tears will roll 

kiss me with your soul
where we first met and my heart
was yours for taking

Day 197

bury me with the red leaves flying off the trees
shower me with the words you spoke in your sleep
bathe me so the water grazes my skin like your lips
kiss me with the passion I so dearly miss.

Day 196

I am faster than the shadow
you cast over my shoulders
I will outrun you
and find the light
that you stole from me

Day 195

First I saw you then
I loved you
now we're strangers
who forgot the sound
of our own voices
and the color
of each other's eyes.

Day 194

I can no longer
    feel the rain
on my skin
    when I stand
beneath dark clouds
    I am numb
to the raindrops that
    used to burn
my skin and make
    me feel alive.

Day 193

I am just a girl
who fell in love before I
learned to love myself

Day 192: Fallen Leaves

I am like the leaves on the trees
in autumn
I changed my colors for you
so I could hear you say
I'm beautiful
but you got tired of me
eventually
and you let me fall to the ground

Day 191

You said I'll never
see you again--then why do
you still haunt my dreams?

Day 190

a heart so fragile
it shatters from your touch
a heart so hollow
your breath pierces my chest
a heart so cold
blood turns to ice in my veins
a heart so broken
it can only be healed by you

Day 189

With every step I take
another piece of me shatters on the ground
On the outside, I wear a smile
but on the inside I am a broken
china doll.
You dropped me
and I glued the pieces back together.

Day 188

Your eyes will sparkle like raindrops hitting freshly-mowed grass. There will be a shyness in your smile that just doesn't go away, even when you're mad at him. That's how you'll know. You can't hide love. And why would you want to?

Day 187: Happy Valentine's Day

Our love is not an
open door---it takes time to
find the hidden key.

Day 186: Ten Word Story

Give me your heart and I'll keep it in mine.

Day 185: Haiku

When I'm with you the
only place I want to be
is here in your arms.

Day 184: Ten Word Story

Your words cannot be heard without an ear to listen.

Day 183

My voice could echo across the entire world
but your whispers in my ear would still be louder
they told me to let you go
but I am still holding onto the final word,
the one that shook my soul
when you told me that it's over.

Day 182

You seep into my
veins faster than the blood can
pour out of my heart.

Day 181

I can feel it when
she's near because all the
blood in my veins
rushes toward my heart

and I remember all the times
she tore my heart out
and I am weak 
because I still want her.

Day 180: Six Word Story

He had eyes that break hearts.

Day 179: I'm Sorry

I realized too late
that I was in love with the
feeling, not with you.

Day 178

I wish on you like a star
or a penny thrown in a well
but so far no wish has come true
you're still gone
and I'm still waiting
by the door,
my heart beats fast
every time a car drives
down our road
they always keep going
speeding around the corner
but I know the next
one will be you.

Day 177

I guess you could say our love
was like a Nicholas Sparks book.
We met on the first page,
fell in love by chapter five.

We got in a fight by chapter eight
and made up by chapter nine
I knew it was too good to be true;

near the end I noticed we were
missing a few pages
and I suggested we write our own.
Too bad you had already started
a new story
and I wasn't in it.

Day 176

in the forest
gray smoke rises
and fills her lungs
a broken and
dysfunctional
girl
sitting by an open fire
every crackle is a
heartbeat
and every spark that flies free
is just another piece of
her soul

Day 175: Twelve Word Story

Who knew a broken heart would hurt more than a broken bone?