your eyes are full of light

when you look at me

little bits of those sunbeams

gleaming back, i see

overcome with warmth

no more insecurities

you look a lot like forever to me



this generation

writing in my memos searching for the right words to say

it doesn’t have to be this way

prone to overthinking and driving myself insane

i’ve figured out if you’re just flat out honest

it really helps the brain

why in this generation, cell phones in the way

do we limit ourselves to abbreviations and a single smiley face

for i hate small talk and “how was your day?”

when all i really want to say is

combinations of the letters of the alphabet arranged in different ways 

that make for deep conversation cause i could talk to you all day 

i like to dance around my living room 

in socks that are way too big

a sweater that is way too big

with a cat that is a little heavier than she should be

and a heart that is just the same 

not sure what i’m looking for

not sure when it’s coming

but i know for a fact i can’t paint my nails like a lady

and they better be okay with that

a wabi-sabi heart

in Japan, when a piece of pottery cracks or breaks, it is filled with gold. 

wabi-sabi is a concept of finding beauty in imperfections. 

i’d like to think there’s a lot of gold in broken hearts.  

no worries, i, too, am fluent in awkward 

after the breakup 

i told him that i loved the rain

and he said that he hated it

it was everywhere he didn’t want it to be at the moment 

it started raining saturday night

and i got a text from him 

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