I usually don’t let myself get my hopes up,
It leads to disappointment.

But this time, I took a chance.
And getting my hopes up was worth it.

Because these butterflies fluttering rapidly inside me are worth every second I’ve waited for you.

Not Christmas At All

The stockings aren’t hung,
the walls are bare.

The fire is roaring,
But there’s nobody here.

Lights are glowing,
but there’s no tree.

No sleigh bells or snow,
Nobody but me.

The music still flows through the house,
but my home is no longer here.

No presents were swapped,
Spirits are low, no holiday cheer.

No plans were made,
It doesn’t feel like my favorite time of the year.

All should be holly and jolly,
instead I feel empty.

Losing Your Memory

Losing my memory doesn’t seem so bad.

It would erase the pain, let me start over. Forget you. Forget the memories. Forget the heartbreak. Forget the loss.

The weight of the world pinning me down would no longer exist.

A fresh start, you know? The type where nothing in the past matters. All that matters is the future. I’d be able to look forward and actually see myself alive for the first time.


I want all of you.
The highs, the lows.
Emotionally and physically.
I want to worship your mind.
I want to relish in the feel of your skin against mine.

You’re highly contagious.
And you’ve infected me.

Dark Circles Like Bruises

The nights are no longer silent,
not with all the noise inside my head.

Jolting me awake as soon as my eyes flutter shut.

Makeup conceals, but it won’t cure.
Melatonin relaxes, but my body resists.

Someday I’ll beat these racing thoughts.
Someday the nightmares will stop.

But today is not someday.

And here I lay, with heavy eyes, a tired mind, and dark circles that look like bruises.