sweet sweet poetry

He ran his fingers through her curls
As he looked into her eyes.
She felt her face grow warm and red.
He’s was nothing like those other guys.
It was in the way he looked at her
And held her when she cried.
She could stay like that forever
Lost in his blue eyes.


She had to break their gaze.
Afraid that she might drown,
Because she was falling steadily
And was scared to hit the ground.
As he pulled her closer
His heart was beating loud,
And just before he kissed her
He promised he’d always be around.

—  K.N.B.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
my condolences to anyone who’s ever lost me
and to anyone who got lost in me
or to anyone who ever felt they took a loss with me.
my apologies.
for the misunderstanding or the lack thereof.
i’m sorry you missed the God in me.
and i’m sorry you missed the light.
i’m sorry you forgot the way i arose like the moon,
night after night.
with the burden to forgive
eager to feed you everything.
see.. i’m a holy woman.
i know what it’s like to give life to a being
without ever needing to press skin against one another.
i’ve practiced how to hold my tongue long enough,
i’m afraid i forgot to say goodbye.
i’m afraid you’re under the impression that i was made to please you.
i was under the impression, you understood me better.
the truth is,
i’m a super woman.
and somedays i’m an angry woman.
and somedays i’m a crazy woman.
for still waiting..
for still loving harder even if i’m aching.
for still trusting that I’m still worth the most.
for still searching
for someone to understand me better.
—  Reyna Biddy
It’s crazy. You’re raised to believe that when you meet “the one” you’re supposed to feel nervous, uncomfortable, anxious. But I met you, and everything felt right. I wasn’t scared because for whatever reason I knew I could trust you. I knew I could be myself with you. Since day one. I knew I could laugh like a fucking seal, that I could sing like no one was listening even though you were right next to me. I could say the weirdest shit with my delirious 3 am thoughts and you would giggle and agree. Or you’d make fun of me. But even then when you’re laughing at me I don’t feel vulnerable, because you do dumb shit too and I love it. I love that we can just be us.
That’s how it should feel. That’s how it should always feel.
—  Morning thoughts when you’re in my bed.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.
Day Four Hundred Sixty Four.

I love you
isn’t enough

it’s long nights
and tight hugs
it’s laughter
and curling into each other
when the world is relentless
it’s understanding and patience
endless patience

it’s that you know how i like my coffee
and can tell something is wrong before i do
it’s finished sentences and inside jokes
it’s planning our future together
planning a life
it’s the calm to every storm
the impenetrable protection from every danger

it’s you and me
us
in this crazy world
taking on every moment
because there’s no other way
it’s happiness
and sadness and everything in between
tackled hand in hand
side by side
together
teammates

I love you
is true
it’s sweet and sentimental
it fills my heart so much it overflows
but it isn’t enough

thank you
is a better place to start

and in the end,
you will be you
and I will be me
the sun will still set
and the morning will still rise
coffee will still taste bitter
cities still live through the night
the earth will keep turning
and the stars will still shine bright
—  stop waiting