Run. Run as fast as you can it doesn’t matter where as long as you feel the wind against your skin. As long as you leave everything safe behind you and don’t look back.
I wonder if she understands how different she is from any other friends I’ve had, If she recognizes how many of my poems are about the way our souls entwine, If she’ll ever know how much I love her.
Last winter was colder than usual. Maybe it was the warmth that died with the millions of lives covid stole, or maybe it was the way close people betrayed me and left a gaping hole.
I’ve scattered poems all across this world so that if you ever decide to wonder about an old friend you could see that despite all my anger really- I just miss you.
Traveling is my kryptonite. Offer me a ticket to exploration and I will leave everything important in my life behind. Because the nights I get to be a wanderer of this world are the nights I can finally sleep.
Won’t you let me sail the waves with you, we can dive into the darkest depths of each other and if you ever feel like drowning, I promise I will be there to bring you back to solid ground.
Forgiveness is a baked good it takes time and patience and I used to enjoy bouncing around the kitchen mixing sugar and love- but I don’t bake anymore.
