One day you will be so in love. 

The rhythm of your breathing

while we are sleeping,

is my favourite melody,

keeping me calm in the dead of night

when panic holds me down. 

To find yourself,

it is best to read about heartbreaking sacrifice. 

I hope that one day,

we will be meeting again for the first time.

I hope that you do okay, 

because you are wonderful person, with the capacity for greatness.

You deserve to be loved.

You deserve to be healed. 

I want to meet you again.

I want things to be better than they are now.

A poem to the most beautiful creature that I have ever known.

I danced in the rain

in an attempt to wash you off

of my skin.

I drank stolen alcohol

because I know

that it is what made you

hate me. 

You told me that there was no right or wrong,

and accepted my apology.

The next day you ignored me,

and you haven’t looked at me

the same.

You told me 

that I looked good in blue,

and how you loved seeing me at the pool,

so I drowned myself for you. 

You are changing,

but not for the better.

You have become colder

than January

from last winter.

You are not who I knew before,

and I think I left you

in the forest behind

the giant oak tree,

where you kissed me gently.

I think I lost you

at the bottom of the bottle,

and when I woke up sober,

but sad,

and stayed that way

for months on end. 

I think I lost you,

about four months

too early.

I wrote you a poem

so that you could see yourself the way that I do,

and you sang me a song

so that you could figure out

 if it would make

that other girl

fall in love with you.

I’d be content if we kissed.
That’s all.

I haven’t kissed someone in over a year
HELP ME

Double double.

Strained friendships,
and broken hearts,
loving you chilled me
to the core.
You said that there was room enough
for two
in your bedroom,
and I mistook that as room enough for me
in your heart.

I built a home
in your bones,
and I burnt it to the ground
after you told me to
douse the fire.
I let it burn,
I let it grow,
I let it devour me whole.

Brown eyes meet brown eyes
never again,
and every coffee that I drink
is filled with the parts of you
That never leave my mind,
instead of the milk
that any normal person
would put in.

I am so stressed

so I stress-ate a bag of chips.

HELP I HATE MYSELF.

Good people.

There once was a girl

with the darkest brown eyes,

who told me that everything that she ever did

was never good enough. 

There once was a girl

who told me she wasn’t pretty,

but I thought that she was the most beautiful girl

in the entire damn world. 

She whispered to me at night about how

the world was full of bad people

and dark things,

and she didn’t believe me when I told her

that she burned so bright,

and she chased the darkness away,

and showed the way to go,

just like the moon does

when I am lost at 1 a.m.

She made me want to be 

a better person,

and reminded me

that there is still

good people in the world. 

She reminded me that there is still hope,

even if she had

none.

I just cut my hair,

AND I LOOK LIKE A MAN,

OH NO.

I’ve had a headache everyday for the past month,

and I think I’m dying.

My empathy will be the death of me, and I’m ok with that

If you go, or are going, to Lakehead in Thunder Bay,

please be my friend.

Thanks.

Xoxoxo