You tiptoed away into the forest
the leaves fell sylvan green
branches crossed light filtered through
the specks of light turned shadows
You looked back at me a moment
I thought I felt your hand against mine
it was just the warmth of the sun trickling through the trees.
And when the fog lifted
rubble, boots, rivers
the things you whispered still floating in the air
I realized that it was just me.
i’ve lived 4 lives in 2 years.
streaks of light tunnels racing
scenery like a film reel flashing
you told me you didn’t love me
i drank whiskey, dark, forgotten words
and then there was laughter
skipping down an empty sidewalk,
and a midnight moon
can we stay here forever?
i don’t want to forget
does forever exist?
it’s getting so loud
and we’re moving so fast
all of a sudden the deafening roar
The lights snap, bursting white sparks into black
Dark, vast… where?
The end of the tracks
cut the noise like a sliver
This is where 4 lives end
And one begins
I can still hear their voices.
And when we’re up there on the summit,
where the sun meets water’s edge
we’ll see why the tides fell like they did
and why the moon always shone in that very same spot.
why no matter how the wind blew
you’ve always felt like my soft spot to land.
you’re my home amidst the clamor and the lights
and maybe you’re my north star
– or maybe this is what happens when galaxies collide.
There goes my love
I’m letting it die
I’m letting it fade from inside and slip out from beneath me
And I don’t want to go
But this is where I’m going
I don’t want to go
But I’m letting you fade away
I’m letting your kisses slip from the trace of my lips
I’m letting your touch slip from the curves of my back
And right now it breaks my heart
It breaks my heart that one day it won’t.
Sometimes I forget who she is.
The girl who loved “Moon River,” the girl who dreamed without daring
Sometimes I forget who she is.
The piano player, the flower picker, the one who always buys way too many cinnamon brooms
The smiler, the feeler, the midnight dancer
The one who knows that sometimes the best remedy to a rough day is a candle, some Norah Jones, and
someone warm to lay next to
The rainy day dreamer, the walk taker, the nail painting optimist
The night-time romantic
The lover, tea drinker
The “sometimes I need you”
— I have been trying for so long to be so strong. But more than anything, the girl I really am just wants to wake up to the warmth of your arms around her, say “good morning” and smile, knowing I’ll be next to you every morning from now on.
6am and the world is still
light barely sifting past windowsills and eyelashes
the glow of your voice and the silence of the morning as
the sparkle in your warm light
illuminates the gray
gently waking sleeping birds and sleeping souls
we’ll dance across the city
skipping stones of notes and verse
the city comes alive
there’s coffee on your doorstep
there’s music in the avenues
there’s grime, there’s history, there’s heartbreak and it wraps around the alleyways
but the cracks in my heart are fading
as the leaves begin to fall
and for a moment
everything else is still
everything else is quiet
everything fades into white and
it’s just me
it’s just you
and the sunrise.