LETTERS TO ME

A boy is just a boy until.

I call him a firework/ bursting in bright colours across my sky/ until I call him dynamite/ blowing things up/ things like rocks and mountains/ things like me/ a boy is just a boy until I give him another name/ I call him an explosive/ I call him the end of me/ I call him heartbreak/ a boy is just a boy until I make him a metaphor/ until I want to call him everything/ until I am begging him to be something/ until I am begging him to be anything at all/ a boy is just a boy until I write about him like he isn’t / until he is only words/ until he is simply a reflection of this heart in my chest.

I will never stop believing in this.

She wanted a house that

stayed with her

close to her heart

wherever she would go

a house that was there

to love

to protect

to hold forever

a house that did not

feel strange

it was as comfortable

as her own skin

a house that was

hers to keep

It was her own

so she created a home

within herself

An unending war

Ouch.

Finding the other half of you unexpectedly and not having being able to sustain them in your life can actually wreck your life I've found.

I realized the secret of loving someone sometimes It is healthier to fast than to feast

Loving someone who doesn't love you is like sailing against the wind. It's a battle you fight against the storm, Against the world, Against your head, Daily