Trying to Find the Words

I cross out the start, and trace the whole thing, but my lines aren’t quite perfect, and your words aren’t quite smooth, and I look across the white part of this paper, slowly shrinking, slowly filling with nothing meaningful.

Who has made a difference in your life in the past year? How so?

The answer, as obvious as it is to me, seems sacred.
Like I equally want to scream it from the rooftops,
as I want to lock it away in a box.
For this difference is so crazy, so bizarre,
it doesn’t feel real.

You’ve changed me.
You’re changing me.

“I don’t think I like change as much as I thought.”
She said.

and I get that, but change is inevitable
You can’t stop it
Just as you can’t stop gravity.

All at once

I can’t find the words
as easily as I’d like,
can’t help but feel
and think and hope
and believe everything
all at once.

All at once.

In My Vision

Do you think she knows,
how I stare with disbelief?
How lucky am I?

Finding Comfort

I wonder how it feels to stay home,
tuck myself into the folds of this moment,
and survive in this.

How fortunate am I to experience something so pure?

I’m Hopeless

Burning

My soul burns for you
a vast fire from deep within
find me salvation

It will never cease to amaze me, your ability to render me speechless.

Reaching

I try to extent
My hand out towards you but
I am met with air

Presumptuous

You’re presumptuous
I don’t write for you only
I write for them all