12.13.2016
c r u s h
There are butterflies, and blushing.
There's tripping over your own feet and checking your hair in your reflection.
The nervous glances and the smiles that never seems to fade.
There's having a crush,
There's falling in love,
& then, there's this.
about yesterday
my life has been a series of events going against the things I thought I had planned
to some, it may look as if I'm clumsily trying to contain a monsoon in a jar
I have absolutely no idea where it is that I'm going
but I know where I'm from
and the people who've always loved me
will always be home
&
and maybe I am
maybe I'm just chasing the stars
& maybe I'm a little backwards and flipped upside down
but they aren't seeing the view from my window
that window, I crashed trough it a long time ago
and fell free
I rarely land on my feet
but I don't mind the grass stains
so here I am.
& from where I'm standing now,
there are no roadsigns
no next step
no get out of jail free card
just one day at a time
over
and
over
until I've found my way
doing what I've always done
laughing hard
& listening to music by people who've been there
learning from the mistakes
and making more, but differently this time
praying everyday for a little guidance
& writing about it all at the end of the day
I have absolutely no idea where it is that I'm going
but I know where I'm from
and the people who've always loved me
will always be home
&
I'm getting there
to wherever my place in this world is
but until I find it,
I'm living
and nothing has ever been so beautiful
Here I am.
In all of my messy, beautiful chaos.
Here I am.
In all of my messy, beautiful chaos.
Here I am.
i n k
& I've found that I am so much better with a pen
than I am with my lips
sometimes I don't know what my heart is telling me to say,
until the ink has dried
so excuse the tears of frustration
and the silent moments in between
I have stories to tell & questions burning holes in my mind
I want my words to form poetry
but try to understand
my hands are at my sides
and my tongue is tied
& this heart on my sleeve,
it beats to the sound of your "hello"
so please, excuse the tears of frustration
and the silent moments in between
because I have so much to say
but I can't find the words
so I'll take a deep breath
& give you the only three I know
I'll pray you'll hold them close
just before they fall
spilling from my mouth
I love you.
than I am with my lips
sometimes I don't know what my heart is telling me to say,
until the ink has dried
so excuse the tears of frustration
and the silent moments in between
I have stories to tell & questions burning holes in my mind
I want my words to form poetry
but try to understand
my hands are at my sides
and my tongue is tied
& this heart on my sleeve,
it beats to the sound of your "hello"
so please, excuse the tears of frustration
and the silent moments in between
because I have so much to say
but I can't find the words
so I'll take a deep breath
& give you the only three I know
I'll pray you'll hold them close
just before they fall
spilling from my mouth
I love you.
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