this is a heart

this is a heart full of
gentle pressure and
lost keys and
dried flowers and
saved tears and
piano notes and
pretty words and
long drives and
points of light that
push me forward even when
i'm blinded by everything that hurts

this is a heart
that holds you in it
and never lets go.

forgetting my grammar

words are less obnoxious when they aren't capitalized.

Moonlit parks

it's not the same when it's mid winter
and wet
it's not the same when it's only a single star
and the shard of a lonely moon
it's not the same when you've already talked about it all
and there's no warm secrecy to explore
and you know, they aren't the same person
and it couldn't be the same
because it already happened

and special things are special because they're individuals

Driving

the slow constant rhythm of movement never
ceasing the melody resounding in my chest and
lights flashing past my eyes as the
night conquers what's left of the
day

the comfort of a well broken-in
relationship and the silence of needing to say
nothing and the beauty of knowing nothing
ever has to change

the smile caused by the journey and not
the definite destination, the spontaneity of
going and going and maybe not coming
back

Out-Growing

Sometimes, you have to turn around and put them back on like an old sweater.
A red, woolly sweater, tight around the middle, short in the arms, short in the waist.
Much too small.
And another thing...it's really rather ugly.
So you grab those new expensive, pretty jeans and pull them on and do them up because not only do they look amazing, but they feel amazing, and being with them is probably all you'll ever need.
But is that OK?

Hi Baby

I'll be waiting here when you decide exactly how much I'm worth to you.
'Til then, don't expect me to stop living my life.
xo

Playing

slut, whore, promiscuous, sexual
her love is like a thousand shallow holes that need to be dug
but there are so many, it doesn't seem necessary anymore
and it's too hard to pick just one
it's too bad the epic romantic feelings have gone
they were sort of nice, though unproductive
and were probably healthier
and more satisfying
in the long run
than all this fooling around.