You Were The Boarding Gate To My Escape Plane
You were the excuse I needed to get on that flight,
the prepaid ticket that I was ready to take.
How Building a Dream is like Building a Castle
so they built the walls out of the strongest stones they could find
and all they had left to protect through the blasts were
themselves.
My Heart Is Not A Vacation Place
You treat humans like islands,
hopping from one to the next.
My Love, Summer Looks Good On You
You taste like the mango habanero margaritas
I consume too many of when the weather is hot.
A Love Poem For My Best Friend
You are the backbone to all of the experiences I’ve had.
You’ve been there for all of the good and all of the bad,
but I don’t nearly spend enough time composing literature about you.
I Lose Myself On The Highway, But I Always Find You
Because I like to be reminded of the people I know at every exit. I breathe in their memories each time I pass, with the windows down, and I can feel the ghosts of our pasts breeze through my hair.
No Matter How Far I Wander, I Still Find Myself Returning Home
I wonder if I book flights because there are other
demons of mine I’m unwilling to face
or if I enjoy the process of getting lost in another city,
just so I can find myself over and over again.
I Could Explore You Forever
You are the most beautiful forest I could find myself lost in.
This Is The Only Life You Have, So You Have To Start Living It Right
You can work hard, stable jobs that leave you feeling unsatisfied and unhappy because you lack time in the day to do the things you really want, or you can take a chance at being unstable to fall in love with your passions.
He Only Loved Me On Weekdays
He loved me on the weekdays,
when he was clear-headed enough to comprehend
the effort of cultivating a semi-lasting relationship with someone else
because if he had the choice, he wouldn’t do it sober.