Sing to me

Sing me to sleep 

With warm memories of the past

With sweet promises of the future 

And with gentle kisses of the present. 

Guitar

Yesterday I gave my heart

To a pretty boy with a brown guitar.

And now,

I have never been more scared

Of an instrument. 

Bedtime

Each night I fill 

the empty space in my bed 

with your sweet memories

and your whispers of broken promises,

Hoping to contain the heartache to my dreams, 

Forcing my loneliness

and your absence 

to be nothing but

my nightmare.  

Flotation Device

And just when I think

I cannot handle

anymore,

Your smile dances

in my memory 

And I know

it’s going to be alright.

Like ME

Like me for me: 

for my smiles 

for my tears 

for my laughter 

for my fears.

for my words

for my heart

for my poetry 

for my art. 

for my dreams

for my hopes

for my dancing

for my quotes.

for my soul

for my eyes 

for my manners

for my sighs.

for my faults 

for my wrongs

for my beliefs

for my songs.

Like me for all of the things

however big or however small

that make me the person 

you just don’t like at all. 

Ink

Write me a letter. 

I want to see what you have to say. 

So when I am old, 

And when I am gray, 

I can open the letter, 

And remember a day, 

When you loved me. 

Sick

I can’t tell if it’s this fever or your touch that’s giving me the chills. 

Reach

why can’t you let me go.

it took me tears, weeks, months

to get over you. to

finally

be able to laugh again. to

look at you without loosing my breath. to

get out of bed without feeling hopeless and

alone.

But now that I’ve let you go—I’m happy,

and you can’t stand to see it. Please

stop

trying to reel me back into you. 

Because letting you go

taught me to fly.

I’ll never let you touch me,

hold me back, ever

again.

Good luck trying to bring me down

‘cause I finally see what everyone else

always knew

and boy,

I am so out of your reach.

Sweet Summer

I hear the

crash

of a wave.

and that is all I need.

Suddenly,

I am

drowning

in the memories

of that

sweet

summer.

Kissing

Thanks for not being cliche and kissing me in the rain—

—Kissing me under the sprinklers is a much better story.