Day 354

and if you only knew
how my bones ache for you
I wonder if you would tell me
your body is fragile too

Day 353

at what point will we
realize we're all human with
one heart and two eyes?

Day 352

the rain is falling so fast
that my vision is blurry
but I think
I saw
a glimpse of you
turning the corner

it's funny
you know
how quickly it went from
seeing you everyday
to crossing my fingers
hoping

each time I go outside
I would
perhaps
be lucky enough
to see you
if only for a moment

Day 351

I am surrounded by people
and no one to talk to
I am a brown leaf
in a pile of red and orange
unnoticed and untouched
but look closely and you will see
the hints of color that I once was
before I fell to the ground
and lay there
waiting for someone to pick me up
and admire me
just me
and bring me along
clutched softly
in the palm of their hand

Day 350

there will be words in me
even when my blood runs dry
and my eyes permanently close

words never leave
they never stop running
through my soul

trying to jump from my skin
onto a blank sheet of paper
but they do not all
successfully escape
some will remain within my body
forever pounding on my veins
willing me to set them free

Day 349

wrap me up
in the sounds of your laugh
that comfort me more
than the warmest blanket
and soothe me greater
than the sheets of my bed

I am fragile
in the strong gates
of your arms
and I fear I will crumble
to pieces in your grasp
but then you laugh

and I am no longer afraid
not of you
because how could
an iron statue 
carry the voice of an
angel on its shoulders?

Day 348

I am a word enthusiast

I never tire of making others
feel things by placing
a few words
side-by-side

or creating new worlds
in a few sentences
or bringing visions
to life

I can relive memories
or inspire conversations
with twenty-six letters
and infinite possibilities

I am a word enthusiast

I find stories in things
that cannot speak
for themselves
and I write it for the world

Day 347

today I noticed I am a lot
like the moon
ignored and unexplored when
I am barely there
just a sliver in the darkness


but when I am at my best
full and vibrant
that is when I am noticed
that is when the wolves howl
to feel alive

Day 346

yesterday I woke up tired
it hurt to open my eyes
and so I went back to sleep
and when I woke up again
the sun was disappearing
and I lived in the darkness

today I woke up sad
but I pushed myself to
get up and get dressed 
and it hurt at first
but then I smiled at the sun
and I walked in its rays

tomorrow I'll wake up happy
and if not tomorrow
then maybe the next day
or maybe it will take me
a week or a month
but I'll get there

Day 345

I am not made of glass
I am made of words

take a step back
or when my body crumbles

you will be engulfed
by pieces of my soul

drowning in
syllables and haikus

but soon you will be
surrounded by new faces

and unimaginable places
you can be the main character

in all my broken poetry
and then you will regret

ever trying to
break me 

Day 344

the tips of my fingers
were carved
to write sweet words
on blank pages

but I am tired
of all the love poems
my heart insists
on pouring out

I pour water
over my bleeding hands
to wash away
all the empty words

while a blank page
stares me in the eye
beckoning me
to pick up my pen

you think you know
what I am made of
but I am not afraid
to try something new

Day 343: Heart and Soul

after all this time I thought it was just my heart
that hurt and
could be broken
but today I felt something
deeper
behind my heart
and my lungs

I think maybe
it was my soul

it started as a dull ache
in my ribs
and tightened my lungs
so my breaths became short
and then I swear
I felt you in my body
knocking on my heart
as if to say

I'm never letting
you go

Day 342

I know what it does to you
to watch him love another
but keep your head up

don't let anyone see you looking down
or another boy will swoop in
and help you off the ground

Day 341

tonight
you fell asleep on my chest
and I became conscious
of every breath

watching my chest rise and fall
and feeling so loved
that you trusted me
with such an innocent task
of being your resting place
your home for slumber
and I will slow my heart's rhythm
so you can focus on your dreams
and if a nightmare creeps
into your mind
just open your eyes
and feel my heart beating close to yours

Day 340

you saw a perfect heart
to break
and went after it like prey
biting deep into my skin
and watching the blood
seep from my veins
even then I still trusted you
and isn't that a shame
because you watched
me slowly hate myself
though you were the one
to blame