Day 27: Thoughts

I always had an easy time writing
about people and things and places.
I never struggled with conveying my thoughts
through words and
I would sit down to a pen and paper
and write and
black ink escaped my pen
as quickly as thoughts
ran through my head.
But when I met you,
I stopped writing.
I could not find the words
to say how I felt
and for a while I told myself
it was because I was too happy
and you were too special
to be limited to just words.
But then
I realized something as I picked up
my pen for the first time in months--
you took the poetry out of me,

because you had no poetry in you.

Day 26: Seasons

In summer
we meet at an ice cream parlor
I swivel my chair just in time
to see you walking through the door
and you smile and sit down beside me
and softly brush vanilla from my lips.

In autumn
you kiss me for the first time;
soft lips meet my chapped ones
and I tiptoe to meet your eyes,
they are hazel with specks of gold
like the yellow leaves on the ground
and I am in love
but I do not dare say it out loud.

In winter
I sit alone at the chair I first met you
and swivel around again and again
watching the door just in case
you'll walk through and smile at me.
The cold outside could never be
as bitter as my heart.

In spring
I breathe in fresh air
and I start to forget
the way your hazel eyes
looked at me and the
taste of your lips the first time
you kissed me and the way
your smile glowed when
I said "I love you" back
and I am scared because I
am trying so hard to hold on.

Appreciate the Little Things

Hello,

I thought I would share with you some recent photos from a vacation.

"The earth has music for those who listen." --George Santanaya

“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature -- the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.”  --Rachel Carson

Day 25: Heartbeat

Thump. Thump. Thump.
I measure my heartbeat as if
I'm an insomniac counting sheep
but now regret opens hazy eyes
and all I see is isolation.
I cannot remember the last time
I've seen outside this room,
My body is so heavy to lift
it's like an elephant sitting
on my chest and each breath I take
is a breath lost.
And each breath I take
is my heart beating just one last time
and each breath I take
is another second that I am alive
but even though my heart keeps beating,
guilt will forever be my demise.

Day 24: Foolish

Why must everything lead back to you?
My mother thinks I'm foolish because I'm still stuck on you
but today would have been our five year anniversary
and I've decided that today will be the day that I finally
let
you
go.
Because even though I can't go into my kitchen
without thinking of the times we've cooked together,
you teasing me about my apron
and the flour fights we would have,
Even though I can't get into my car
without thinking of the first time you kissed me
with the snow falling against the windows
and our breath fogging up the glass,
Even though I can't picture my future
without seeing you in the frame,
Even though I can't imagine
resting my head on any other chest,
our hearts beating in perfect rhythm,
Even though there's another girl and she's so much
better than me in every way
I still can't
let
you
go.

Day 23: Why I Write

I am nothing without words.
The strings of letters that confused me
as a toddler now shape my entire being.
My mind has memorized the
curve of each phoneme and
my hand automatically
scrawls out every thought.
I am nothing without words.
I write when I am
in love and in pain.
I write to defeat the cliche that
"Actions speak louder than words"
and I write to strengthen another
that says
"The pen is mightier than the sword."
I write because a picture is worth
so much more than a thousand words
and I write because I need the world
to know that
there is nothing
more powerful

than the
words.

Day 22: Games

Someone once told me
"Never be with a
man who tries to make
you jealous. If he
wants you in his life,
you shouldn't have to
compete for the part."
I tried to listen,
I tried to escape,
but there is something
to his games that keeps
me wanting to play.