Love Story

Everyone deserves a love story

But are any of them ever clean?

They are guaranteed

To take your breath away

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They are sure to change you

To challenge you to grow

But if you’re not careful

The wrong one

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In the wrong place

At the wrong time

Can ease into your weak points

And destroy you

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Sometimes, it feels

Beyond recognition

But even in a good love story

As it grows, rises, and ends

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There are remnants of your former self

That crumbled in the process

Of breaking and healing

And shaping new beginnings

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Together or apart

There are always new beginnings

And the parts of you that broke away

Are somewhere in the stars

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You set out to know someone else

But in the process

A new You emerged

And you have to get to know her, too

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Love seems like a thing to have

But it is an entity

That transmutes you

Into the heart creature you were meant to be

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And the story

However brief or however long

Lives in your heartbeat

Alters your pathways of reason

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You are perhaps wiser

You are perhaps stronger

You are perhaps more You

You are perhaps cleaner

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You traced the depths of your emotions

Into your palms

You survived hellos and daydreams and goodbyes

Perhaps one too many goodbyes

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And in the end

Invisible ink is tattooed on your skin

The secret moments of your own love story

As you look to the horizon, whispering, “Let me write another.”

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Distance

I keep daydreaming about the distance

I want the chance to hold your hand

To make promises as high as the moon

Naïve enough to believe I can keep them

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I want work that I can’t have

I want things to be easier

I’m tired of banging on doors that won’t open

I picture paradise, and it cripples me.

Ice Cream Dreams

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Photo taken from Pixabay.com

 

I hope you always have ice cream dreams

With kisses as sweet as caramel

And moments as delightful as marshmallows

May your worries be as light as whipped cream

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Like a cherry on top, I hope your wishes come true

Like rainbow sprinkles, filled with joy and color

May you always have love like extra hot fudge

And an extra scoop of bliss in your favorite flavor.

❤ ❤ ❤ ❤

 

 

Lonely Suburbs

The suburbs are painstakingly lonely when you’re not in school anymore. There’s not much to do and finding a sense of community is nearly impossible. Most things you’d do to meet people aren’t very accessible, whether it’s trying to find a place a volunteer (that’s mostly been a dead end for me), going to events (there’s only so many you can go to), or the most laughable of all, trying to find a local job. It seems all I can really do is count down the days until I can afford to leave. I’m fine with the fact that building a career takes time. But if I’d known I would feel this stuck, I would have gotten more work experience when I was still in college. I’d certainly be further along by now. The only benefit to having alone time is that I can get plenty of writing done.