Day 219: Seven Word Story

You cannot fool me with fake smiles.

Day 218

I'm standing before
you, a stranger that I
used to know, the sunlight
streaming through closed
flowered curtains casts
a shadow on your face
so I can only see
tear-stained eyes

pleading for another chance

I don't remember them being
so blue.

Day 217

I am sleepwalking through a forest
where minutes soon become hours
branches tap me on the shoulder
and sunlight creeps behind me
as dawn breaks to say hello
and your silhouette becomes
a shadow
staring at me as sunlight
pierces your eyes
I take a step closer as you take a step back
that's how it has always been
I laugh
and your silhouette becomes
a shadow

I blink
and you are gone

Day 216

she's been living in another world
one where her scars have disappeared
and she has all the right words to say
one where he still loves her
and she still feels beautiful

Day 215

there's an emptiness in your eyes
that I've never seen before

a beautiful disaster
searching for love in all
the wrong places
look me in the eyes
and you'll see all the
perfection in your flaws

Day 214

elegance on paper
with the sting of a thousand bees
words cut like diamonds
how can the same letters that form
I love you
slice my heart in two?

Day 213

you ignited a
fire in my veins and your games
were the gasoline

Day 212: eight word story

when a soul dies where does it go?

Day 211: Lucky

You didn't look me in the eyes the entire time
so I didn't get a last chance to remember them,
how they turn green when we're outside in the sun
or blue when you wear the shirt I bought you last
Christmas. You spilled your guts to me about all
the lies just so you could sleep better at night and
now I'm the one tossing and turning because I'm
already starting to forget which eye crinkled
when I made you laugh and which one had the
specks of gold. But the other girl gets to know.

Day 210: Books

old books
with withered yellow pages
curled around my finger
I wonder who has read your words
who has cried
and who has laughed
is that a tear stain
or spilled coffee?
crisp pages torn from
delicate binding
yet the words do not stray
from their place 
three hundred pages create
infinite stories 

Day 209

You were the only dandelion in a field of lilacs
and I picked you because you told me the truth
he loves me or he loves me not
every petal tore off easily except for the last
you did not want me to know the answer
that I already knew in my heart

he loves me not

Day 208

I saw a tattoo that reminded me of you
the one behind your ear
below blonde wisps of hair
of two birds flying upon white clouds
the one you got when we flew together
but now you're soaring above me
and the clouds down here are gray

Day 207

A song without words
you say it all by saying nothing
I can hear it
through your empty smile
the tear rolling down your cheek
nothing but silence
yet your voice still echoes
in every empty room

Day 206

I can make a painting from the freckles on your cheeks
or a song from your soft breaths on my neck

I can trace the scars on your thighs
with our legs intertwined 
a mark of triumph not of failure
a memory of a war you fought with yourself
and won

Day 205

You can't break me for
I am not just a piece of
glass for you to crush.

Day 204

tectonic plates shifting beneath my fingertips
when I touch you
pieces of soul drift away from me
no matter how gently
I caress your skin and I know you are
no longer a piece
of me but merely a soulless body
who loves someone else

Day 203

he thinks he owns you
when he throws your body to the ground
he thinks he loves you
when he traces the bruises on your thighs
and kisses tears from your eyes
he thinks he deserves you
when he says you're beautiful
but darling
you'll find a boy who doesn't just
notice your beauty when he's made a mistake
you'll find a boy who treats your scars
as delicately as he treats your heart
you'll find a boy who knows
how strong you are and
he won't be surprised when you never look back.

Day 202

blind my eyes
when you lie
I don't want to
see your
lips twist words
dripping with guilt

am I not worth
more to you
than a broken promise?