What I Can’t Have

I hate wanting something I can never have

What hurts even worse
Is that you will never even know
you are everything I want

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Loneliness Like Waves

Loneliness comes and goes
Like waves pummeling down on the shore

The water rises, knocking you down
Then slowly, the tide draws it back

You can try to run away
Like children jumping to avoid the fast-approaching water
as it slithers up the sand

But no matter how hard you try
The water still catches you

You’re buried deeper into the sand with each wave that hits
Until you manage to wiggle your way out

And then the cycle begins again
As the loneliness comes in waves

Under My Skin

How do you still manage to do this to me?

I try so hard to not let it get to me,
But no matter how hard I try to resist,
You still claw your way under my skin.

Peel back my layers
Nestle your way under my scars
Tearing me apart.

— Exposing me, leaving me raw.

Our Lyrics

All the minutes, all the hours, all the time I’ve spent in a frantic search trying to find the right song — the perfect one to describe everything you make me feel.

My playlists may be filled with numerous hours of songs that scratch the surface, but none of them do the trick. I pine over certain verses, but the lyrics are never right.

And now I’ve realized, it’s because we never got to tell our story. And maybe, just maybe, I need to stop searching for our lyrics. And let us write them ourselves.

 

Long Enough

I used to be so guarded,
Apprehensive of vulnerability
Afraid to just let people see me.

I hid behind high walls
Walls made of steel
Walls with no door

I regarded vulnerability as a flaw
— But it’s not.

It’s beautiful,
It’s freeing.
And I’m ready.

Soft Mornings

You wake up and she’s lying beside you
Soft breaths escape her parted lips,
Harmoniously matching the rise and fall of her chest.

Sunlight creeps in through the cracks in the blinds
Illuminating her pale, exposed skin.

Her legs are tangled between yours,
The blanket lightly draped up over her waist.

The moment of quietness is tranquil,
And your mind is at ease.

You shift slightly to kiss the top of her head,
Careful not to wake her.

You could write poetry about this sensation,
But you’re too busy enjoying the view.