tell me how to fix this
i say with watery eyes
tell me how to make it okay again
i say with a tear stained face.
i look over to see you fast and sound asleep.
i sit up, my shirt now drenched in tears.
how dare slumber envelop you
when i am shattered
from being broken
and over again
You can hear a broken record
you can pick up shattered glass
you can taste when honey is missing from tea
you can fill an empty stomach
you can dry eyes
you can quench thirst
you can forgive a misdeed
but you tell me
what is to be done about a broken heart?
- there is no easy fix
practice kindness and honesty
spread love like sweet homemade jam on toast
save your heart.
remember your name
refuse to run after those who won't
even tilt their heads to look at you.
dance like nobody's watching
be faithful to your vision
and the universe will settle.
- a reminder you will always need
You’re allowed to be mad, and for no reason
Youre allowed to want to pull your hair out because they forgot your fries at the drive thru,
And youre allowed to be livid at birds for singing in the morning because they woke you.
You’re allwed to smash plates on the patio because youre seething and youre allowed to cry under
the covers until sunset because you chipped a nail.
Youre allowed to get angry at the flavor of your birthday cake
And you’re allowed to fall asleep in the bathtub with two scoops of double chocolate chip ice cream:
one scoop for you, another for your demons.
- Because how can you truly be happy if you haven't been sad
Everyone else is a little like you.
From the way their tilt their head back when they laugh to the way their face hardens when they think too much.
The way the boy across from me at the library flutters his eyelashes when he reads a good line of To Kill a Mockingbird,
Or the way the old woman on the Metro beside me grips the handrail every time the bus makes a sharp turn
Everyone is so much like you,
From the way they drape shawls over their chests for fashion to the way they bend down and tie their shoelace.
Everyone is so much like you,
I wonder if they, too, have a girl writing bad poetry about them at 5 AM,
Still wondering if it is a good or bad thing that everyone is like you.
You were standing on the balcony at midnight,
Watching the fourth of july fireworks, mesmerized.
“Wow”, you whispered. “How beautiful”
“Beautiful indeed,” I added,
Still not taking my eyes off of you.
- the moment I knew I was in love
Each woman’s heaven is in a different place
Sometimes in cocoa eyes or a boy’s name
Other times in another’s hell.
- The grass is often greener on the other side
“if someone is hurting you,
if someone doesn’t make
every minute worthwhile,
It is not worth it.”
And there I stood, tongue in cheek,
suppressing mirth in laughter
If only you knew
- The irony
And there I was
hopelessly and aimlessly confused
fat thighs, frizzy hair,
5 ft three and hungry
blurry eyed and
for him To open my Snapchat
batches of fresh cookies
- things that end