Day 285

she wrote with a twinkle in her eye
and a glimmer of hope
that her words would
be read by many


and her words
were supremely beautiful
they told of stories
and places you could not imagine

but just like her desire
she kept them hidden away

and the pages became worn
and yellowed

and so she lived on each day
scribbling less and less
and soon
she forgot all about the words

Day 284

I knew I could write
when the words I whispered were
louder on paper

Day 283

and the worst part is
when I remember how you
used to look at me

 

Day 282

when I lost you
I did not just lose my love
I also lost my muse

and so I spend
these days searching for words
I have not already used

I search in the shadows
and the mountains
for any word that will do

but even the grandest of
oceans does not contain
a word to describe you

Day 281

crying over him does not make you weak
heartbreak does not mean you're alone
you cared for someone so deeply that
you can feel them pulsing in your veins
and swimming in your lungs
and searching through your brain
for everything that reminds you of him
the pain in your chest does not remain there forever
soon you will be smiling again

Day 280

Isn't it strange how
someone across the sea can
make you feel so close
yet you can look into
a person's eyes and they
still feel miles away?
That's how I felt
when I looked at you.
I could see the green
in your eyes so clearly,
the dark eyelashes
and the crinkle lines
but I had no what you
were looking for.

I guess it wasn't me.

Day 279

Come and find me
in the corners of your mind
hiding in the ink of your pen

I am words
waiting to be spilled out
between the lines of a page

I am emotions
you have suppressed
and details you don't
even know exist
but you will remember
if you just try
press your pen against
a blank page
and I will handle the rest.

Day 278

Although some days it
is the worst pain I have felt
I'm glad to have loved.

Day 277

he just can't let her go
it's not the sound of her laugh
or the softness of her skin
that he misses most
it's the way she loved him
like no one ever has
the way she held him
when he was hurting her
the way she felt his pain
like it was her own
and he just wasn't ready
to let all of that go

yet she is gone.

Day 276

I sent you a letter today
written with your favorite pen
you'll have to excuse the smudges
you know I write with my left hand

I folded the page in thirds and
scrawled your name across the top
I tried not to make it sappy
but once I began I could not stop

I placed it in a bottle and
pushed the cork on tight and
I walked down to the beach
in the middle of the night

I watched it float in the water
before the waves took it away
here's hoping someone out there
will read the words I had to say

Day 275

I hear your name in every sound
but you are the loudest
when the wind blows

howling your name into the humid air
and spinning up
to the treetops
and the birds in their nests
echo the air
and the branches stir
waving hello to you
wherever you are

Day 274: ten word story

You promised me forever, but soon you were saying goodbye.

Day 273

isn't it strange
that your heart can crave someone,
yearn for someone's soul
to the point of aching in your chest


and then one day you wake up
and feel nothing at all?

Day 272: Six Word Story

You loved me--then you didn't.

Day 271

I've learned to stay quiet
don't say a word
keep my legs crossed
I don't need to be heard

my ideas don't matter
if I have a pretty face
otherwise my body
would just be a waste

I'm smarter than him
but I'll never tell
I read books in the darkness
so I can escape from hell

Day 270

the city never quiets and so I never sleep
instead I watch a human stampede far
more dangerous than any you'll find in the wild
businessmen and homeless men
in fancy suits and rags
briefcases in hand and coin jars being shaken
they've got everywhere to be and nowhere to go

Day 269

I wonder if you still remember the little things about me like I remember you. Do you remember that
I use my left hand to hold a fork or that I always sleep on my left side? Do you remember my favorite blanket for movie watching, or the way I fell asleep on your shoulder if you made me stay up past midnight? Do you remember my guilty pleasures, singing loudly to pop music in the car and buying needless amounts of drugstore makeup? Do you remember the night I told you I would be yours forever?

You held your fork with your left hand and slept on your stomach with your arms above your head. You always said any blanket would do, as long as I was there to cuddle with you. You could stay up all night without getting tired, but it was usually around three am that you carried me to bed. Your guilty pleasures were singing in the shower and constantly snapping photos of me, whether we were on a date, or just getting ready for bed. You said we were perfect for each other, but then one night I was moving too fast.

And in a split second I went from being yours forever to no one's at all.

Day 268

I am ashamed for
saying I want you to fall
like I fell for you
but when you do,
and you will,
you'll scrape your knees and
dirty your jeans
and do anything to be hers
and you'll finally understand
why it was so hard
for me to let go of you

Day 267

not only does my heart actually ache
but the knot in my stomach has not gone away
and there's a lump in my throat
and my knees are weak
and I cannot quite hold myself up

and it's
all because you said goodbye
my body stopped working
because of your lies

how dare you have this much
control over me
even when you're not around
to see

Day 266

I was once a half
but now I'm whole and gaining
strength with every breath

Day 265

the tide is stronger than it has been
in weeks and now
even the ocean water
pushes me away
drowning my ankles
erasing my footsteps
and every trace of my existence
on this shore

Day 264

my lips still call out
for you, speaking your name in
whispers and in sobs

Day 263

I am in love with your sleepy voice and crooked smile. I am in love with your passion, passion for me and passion for life. I am in love with your wisdom, gained from what has been lost and what is to come. I am in love with the soft curls of your hair and the dark hazel eyes that become lighter when they greet me. I am in love with how your chest perfectly cradles my head. I am in love with your sensitivity, your drive to always do better and be better. I am in love with how you pick apart every movie we watch. I am in love with how you take me for who I am. I am in love with your romantic side and with your serious side. I am in love with the comfort you emit and how easily I can open up to you. I am in love with how you look at me. I am in love with your motivation, your support for my silly dreams. I am in love with your accessibility, my shoulder to cry on, my protector at three a.m. when I have no where else to turn.

And I am in love with the way you love me.

Day 262

I made a wish on a coin
and threw it in a well
if my wish comes true,
only time can tell

I wished to bring you back
from the ground where you lay
weeds sprouting from green grass
but still the clouds are gray

I made a wish on a coin
and though I know it won't come true
I can promise you this:
I will always remember you

Day 261

I've learned to hate the darkness,
not the darkness that comes
from a burnt out street lamp or
from the sun disappearing for one more night
I've learned to hate the darkness
that has grown in my heart

my veins no longer pump blood
but black ink
that pours out of the tips of my fingers
spilling onto the page in front of me
until there are no more words
I wish to say 

Day 260

and you were there at
3 a.m. when I forgot
how to love myself