Feelings start in the
where they bubble and
before they float up to the
They start grabbing at the wires and twisting
Then they turn off
Sometimes I descend
the madness and let it
C O N S U M E
So much hurt and fear and anger and worry and pain and panic and sadness
and it builds into a tsunami,
before I shut it up again.
Before I rejoin reality,
the shallow end where that blind limitless emotion
We try to control
We pretend that if we plan enough then we’re prepared for
how do you know what we should do?
If you’re not scared,
you’re doing it wrong.
How can you be so
How can you make promises
that are worlds away?
What’s your reasoning?
I have mine.
I will do whatever it takes, and when I can’t do more,
My heels echo down the empty corridors
in my old high school.
I shouldn’t miss this.
I don’t miss this.
Now I don’t have to talk to anyone
that I don’t want to.
But I remember meeting you.
I remember my hopes and dreams exactly as I felt them,
back when the world seemed so small.
The truth is, none of it matters and no one cares.
But these halls shaped me.
These memories dig into my heart and choke me.
Flowers fell from my locker and all
A white paper bag sat on top
of my books.
“Open it.” “Open it.” “Open it.”
I opened it.
Six pink sugar cookies stared up at me: P R O M ?
The tap on my shoulder shouldn’t
have surprised me.
My high school sweetheart smiled his sweet smile wanting me to accept his sweet cookies, his sweet promposal.
Why the hell do promposals exist?
“So, will you go with me?”
Their eyes pressure me to accept. How
can I say no to someone who cares so much?
Plus, we’re dating.
Why are we dating again?
The cookies turn my stomach before
I even eat them.
Isn’t this a fairytale?
It’s not always easy.
You can’t force what isn’t there.
If you don’t like kissing him, you don’t like him.
A promise ring won’t stop her from leaving you.
If he wants to cheat, he will cheat. You can’t stop him.
Love can change your perspective.
Love will change your perspective.
Love can make life complicated.
Sometimes you deserve better.
Sometimes she deserves better.
Opposites attract if they are complimentary.
Similar people attract if they are diverse enough.
Not even a light breeze interrupts the sprawling h e a t.
Inside, the AC works double time.
The pile of paperwork slides
closerandcloser to the edge
I. don’t. want. to. do. it.
So I let the stack f
It wasn’t really
love so much as an
Light, innocence, and an ever-present smile
lured her in.
She fed off of other peoples’ happiness
because she had none.
And when the storm clouds rolled in, she
was the first to break down.
Pain was her poison.
She destroyed things on purpose, chasing the aching pain
and thriving on anger.
And when she was done, she left a scar.
All of the words are gone,
repeating, repeating, repeating.
The same stories,
We make the same mistakes.
We make the same promises.
And break them.
They hand me the camera. “Just ask.”
But my throat
I go up to someone, but decide
Then I find the right person.
But they say I did it
“You do it then.”
They don’t understand.
I don’t understand.
Why am I so
I brush it off until it happens
I luv you.
I lurv you?
I kind of maybe sort of quite possibly most definitely am hopelessly falling head over heels in love with
What I’m trying to say is.
It’s really really really really hard to.
I can’t know for sure but.
I have feelings for.
This is stupid. Why do we put such a strong emphasis on three words that only have eight letters?
Let’s get lunch.
Before you go through the motions
When everything is new,
When the sun shines just right, breaking through the storm clouds
before they swallow you whole.
Before you disappear into routine,
checking off the boxes.
Is that how it always