Run Away. Run away
with me.
Get away. Leave behind
All the things
that cause you pain.
Run away. Run away
with me
poetry
Things I wrote when I was sad II
The disappointment.
The heartache.
It seems to be
all I’ll ever know;
good thing I’m used to it.
Untitled 95
I never knew how much I’d miss you
until I found myself sitting at a table
surrounded by people
who don’t like me anymore.
I never knew how much you meant to me
until I found myself alone
in a room full of people.
Things I wrote when I was sad…
I am falling apart
with a smile on my face,
so no one will ever see
just how broken I am.
Spring
Snow melting.
Sun warmer.
The breeze brings warmth
instead of bine chilling cold.
Ground littered with puddles.
Birds singing from the trees.
People flocking to the parks.
Daylight lasting way past dinner.
Bikes
and skateboards,
children laughing.
The world seems alive again;
everything will be okay.
4.8.24
Getting on a plane
and going somewhere new;
I think about it all the time,
just dropping everything
and starting over.
Not because I hate my life
Or the people in it,
but because
I only have one life
and there is a whole world
full of new adventures
and people
to experience.
I enjoy my life.
I enjoy the people around me.
But I often dream
of flying away
and living a new life.
I’ve only got one life,
but I want to fill it
with as many lives as possible.
Time.
The clock is ticking,
time is passing,
with each moment
the world gets a little too big;
too big to see it all.
Time ticks,
time is wasted,
things left unseen,
just trying to survive
in the hell we’ve created
for ourselves.
3.29.2024
I am terrified of losing you.
I’ve never felt that before.
I’ve never been scared of losing anyone.
I’ve always survived no matter who left,
but I’m scared of losing you.
Terrified to be in this world without you
by my side.
3.18.2024
I never wanted to be anyone but me,
never tried to be something I’m not,
accepted my flaws,
both physical and mental,
and just tried to be the best version of me.
It seems to never be good enough,
all around me,
chants to change,
be more like this,
or that.
Change this,
change that.
Cover this up,
show this.
All I ever wanted
was just to be accepted for who I am,
but the world just wants me to change
into who they think I should be
because I will never be good enough as I am;
or, so they say.
Untitled 95.
The ant walks by.
The fly buzzes around.
The bee investigates.
The spider crawls over.
You stand there
consumed by their movement,
trying to get away,
or kill them,
but they barely notice you.
You’re just a big thing in their way,
no malicious intent,
they just want to get by you,
move in with their day.
You’re just a part of their world;
Why can’t they just be a part of yours?
The world from my eyes. 