We Are All Dancing With These Thoughts In Our Heads

We are each so different—bodies, brains, the color of our eyes and hair—yet, we are all dancing with these thoughts in our heads, all spinning in circles trying to discover who we are and what this all means.

You Were My Summer Day

Your love felt endless. Heavy on my skin.
I felt you in all of my pores, seeping in
like the never-ending sunshine, like the sweat
that drips from the side of a cold glass of lemonade.

You Need To Let Me Leave

I’m sorry that it has to be like this. That I am a woman with wandering feet and a heart too full to stay in one place. I’m sorry that I cannot be one you need right now, and that even though I love you, I must chase my dreams first.

Sometimes I Envy Children

I envy how they exist—just to be loved and taken care of. Just to be held and played with and smiled at. Just to be the wonderful, fragile, mind-blowing creations that they are.