That Song

I love it when you sing that song.
Looking at me for the lyrics
That you know I’m gunna get wrong.

The words that rip through my veins.
In your voice and mine.

The beat that vibrates our lives
Our beds, our bones.

All the ways you sing to me
To let me know we’re entwined.

The Life of Us

Letters and drawings and poems.
The story of us builds up, surrounding.

There is no fairy-tale. No princes, no queens.
Instead there are fights, leaving us feeling unseen.

But in the end there will be you and us
Only our hearts pounding.

And They Say

They say to take care of your heart, to hide it away especially if you have felt the sting of it before.

They say that you should remove your soul, to not show people your vulnerability, to not waste time with hobbies and to hustle for the material things that you want in life.

But they forget

They forget how good it feels when you open up your heart. When you steal a kiss, a hug, a dream.

They forget to get lost in your art can let you breathe, let you feel, let you love.

So don’t listen to those that harden themselves. They are scared and they can’t remember what it’s like to have a smile on their face. A smile that shows the world that you have love, and you have soul. Something that you should never lose.

So be careful with your heart yes. But never feel afraid to show the world what you love.

How to Break a Heart

He wrapped his arms around me and lifted me off my feet in a hug. A small part of my brain hoped it was platonic, that he really did like Aria and that was it. But honestly I knew it was impossible, I had never felt this much adoration in a hug since my dad would spin me around as a child. I guess the father syndrome has some truth to it, because as he dropped me down enough to see his smile I couldn’t help but beam back.

How was it that guys always catch me?

That they always make me feel valued enough that I believe it could work.

But I could see the glint in his eye that told me he had never been to the places that I had. And I couldn’t touch that innocence.

My heart was too wild and erratic, and his would anchor onto mine and hold on until it shattered into pieces.

So how to tell a man such a thing when he does not speak the same language as you? When he can spit rhymes and rhythms and you can barely keep up with the poems of your heart.

How do you bear yourself when the likelihood is to break another’s before it even had a chance.

How to look into ones eyes and tell them that you are not worth it?

Before it can all happen to you.