some things are better left unsaid

he tells me: you do not need to
feel so strongly about everything.
i say: yes. yes i do
because i do not know any other way
to feel.
what i have inside me,
that's all i know.
that's all i have.

don't let me hate it.
don't take this away
from me.

"three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
she tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
she opens up your drawer and a folded picture of us falls out.

you say: i dated her a while back.
what you don't say: her scent still lingers around.

you say: she was beautiful.
what you don't say: she warmed the winters in my bones.

you say: it's nothing now. we've moved on.
what you don't say: but it was everything back then."

romance is born

2015: December

December was a month of openings,
of letting the sun sink through my skin and
finding out nothing has been missing all along.

Morning came and brought with it a thousand miracles
of light and I am here, in it.
And I am healing.
And I am miles away from where I
wish to be.

But I am here.

// I know these will all be stories someday.
And our pictures will become old photographs.
And we'll all become someone's mom or dad.
But right now these moments are not stories.
This is happening. I am here and I am looking at him.
I can see it. This one moment when you know you're not a sad story.
You are alive. //

- Perks of being a wallflower