Day 239

I could write a song to the beat of your heart.

Day 238

It's been six months and I'm still writing poetry about you
I guess there were more words in you
than I thought.

Day 237

I never wanted
to be addicted to you
but here I am
needing you
there's still a divot
on the right side
of the bed
where you slept
a half-empty
bottle of cologne
on the shelf
and a slice
in my heart
where you cut it
in half

Day 236

I can give you my heart
though we're miles apart
and I'll hold yours in
the palm of my hand

Day 235

your name is
scrawled on restaurant napkins
and leather bus seats
in the inside of library books
and carved into trees
maybe one day you'll see

and know I was there
maybe one day you'll see
and fall back in love with me

Day 234

please don't make me beg
for you to listen
I cannot give any more signs than
the ones I am giving with
my eyes, baring my soul
like a rose does when it blooms

Day 233

your name was always my favorite song to sing
and when you said mine
my heart stopped beating
the way it rolled off your tongue
coated in sugar and a smile
funny how
I never tasted the poison
until you kissed me

Day 232

I pretend the crescent moon
is the soft curve of your back
and the stars are the twinkle
in your eyes when you smile
I pretend the crickets chirp to the
tempo of your heart beating
and the tree branches swaying
are your hips as we dance


I pretend the shooting star
I just wished upon
will hear my plea and
you will soon be back in my
arms again

Day 231

I didn't know my heart
would actually hurt
it is not just a scrape
I can seal with a bandage
it is not just a bruise
that fades in a week
it is a scar hidden by
fake smiles and
damaged memories
I cannot just close my
eyes and wish it away
because you are there
in my nightmares too.

Day 230: Ten Word Story

Loving someone is seeing perfection in all of their flaws.

Day 229

my mind is clear
and crystallized
now that you no
longer consume
my every thought

Day 228

I knew you lied when you said
'I love you'
because I could see your mind
thinking about it
waiting for the right moment
to convince me

I didn't have to think
when I told you
I love you
my heart just knew
my mouth just opened
and poured out my soul

Day 227

Keep me in your heart
under lock and key
when we're miles apart
there I will be.

Day 226

I want to stop writing poetry about you
but my pen does not obey 
as soon as the ink touches a blank page
words appear I did not wish to say

I tried to write a poem about
spring beginning to bloom
but it ended up as a haiku
about me missing you

Day 225: Haiku

I'm wasting my ink
writing words about you that
you will never read.

Day 224

I am not just a heart
to be played with or destroyed
I am blue eyes
that see the beauty in
two hearts becoming one
I am two ears
that listen to your breath
slow as you fall asleep
I am a volcano
ready to erupt with words
I cannot say out loud

I am foolish
for thinking you saw
any of those things in me

I am just a heart
to be played with and

destroyed.

Day 223

Shower me with words
and bathe me in your loving
gaze and call me home.

Day 222

I can shout how I feel to the mountains
but my voice will not echo like it should
and so I will write it down in black ink,
a permanence you cannot erase when
you stop loving me and the mountains
forget the song I sang for you when I
was still on top of the world. 

Day 221

He always said you don't know
what you have until it's gone.
But I knew. I knew no one
else could make me laugh until
I cried. I knew no one else could
heal my scars with one touch.
I promise you I knew what I
had while you were here.

But I guess I didn't appreciate you enough
or you would still be here.

Day 220

a victim of broken bottles
and broken smiles
send me away to where
the grass still grows
and my tears evaporate
before they hit the page
and blur the ink that
creates these words