My life is a canvas. Some parts of it are cracked and dull, full of shadows and dark colors. Others are colorful and splattered, messy and grouped into indistinct patterns.  The prettiest are smooth and flowing, made of peaceful reflections and light pastels. These different sides all make up the edge of the painting, some … More Canvas


How has this happened? To my friends, the people I’ve grown up with, the different pieces of my heart. We’ve gone from bubble gum days to brokenhearted nights, in the span of a single season. We get the mean reds that show themselves on pale wrists, and we forget what it means to love and … More Scarred


We can’t be friends. I thought I could do it, but I was wrong. It’s impossible to fix the past and it’s too difficult to live in the present and I find that it was better when we didn’t talk at all. Jealousy cripples me and regret never leaves. The gravity of what I lost, … More Strangers


Driving down the interstate Singing at the top of our lungs to the radio You lightly touch my arm and I smile Caught up in the song and the afterglow   Drawing x’s on each other’s hands We’re not even sure what they represent But it means you’re mine and I like that Laughing and … More Collision


Do you ever just feel this overwhelming sadness? The nostalgia, the knowing that things will never be the same. Missing the things you took for granted. That loneliness, the shuddering thought that no one in the world can even begin to understand how you feel or what you’re thinking. The thought that you had what … More Saudade


I know how you feel. Tricked, vulnerable, lonely. Stupid. He wrote poetry for me. He called me brighter than the sun and told me he’d wait as long as he had to. Until he gave up, and moved on to someone else. He told her he loved her, and wanted to be with her, and … More Us


Bite my tongue. Hold my shaky breath. Maybe if I’m quiet for long enough, everything will be okay, eventually. If I’m honest, it’s really hard to feel this way. Numb, misunderstood, vulnerable. Stubborn. Dazed. I’m tired of hurting you. I’m tired of breaking. But hearts ache sometimes, even when they love each other.