This is a place to write.

Nothing is in order, everything is confusing. I guess this reflects my life quite well. (About)

[thisisaplacetowrite]

You cut the rope

And I held my hands

Behind my own back

Begging to be let

Free

[thisisaplacetowrite]

For once the words that escape my fingers running from my mind are ones that I won't share so easily because what we have is for us  and we speak our own language and have sheltered ourselves  from the storm outside and I refuse to have this shatter before my very eyes like all the others before.

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[thisisaplacetowrite]

Your scent lingers

On my skin

In my hair

Surrounding me

As you did

While I fell

Thanking the universe

Every time my heart

Paused

To take in the moment

And your eyes

Focused

on mine

The most beautiful sight

I’ve beheld

While your fingers traced

Patterns on my arm

And mine followed on

Your chest

The show playing in

The background

As we wrote

Our own

Script

-04 June 19

[thisisaplacetowrite]

I would like to scream

At the universe

For placing things

So

Close

And ripping them

away

I would like to run

And to say all the words

Buried deep in

My soul

I could write them

All and burn them

Send my pleas

To the universe

And shelter you

From falling

Ashes

That would

Weigh on your mind

When you already

Have

So

Much

10 Jan 19

[thisisaplacetowrite]

He was the only thing

Keeping my thoughts

From running

And he is gone

And they are

Free

And I’m running

Running from

What could have been

From what could be

From you

And from me

There’s no end in sight

And maybe

Just maybe

I don’t want one

Because I feel

It may be the ending

To something

That could have

Been

Lovely

-10 Jan 19

[thisisaplacetowrite]

And I swear

Every detail of her

Marked me like

Fire

Her breath settled

On my skin

And her very words

Etched deep in my

Bones

-nd

[thisisaplacetowrite]

I hate how mental illness takes some of the smartest, kindest, people and beats them down to nothing.

I hate how these wonderful beings see themselves through a black smoke lens filled with hate.

I hate how laughing is hard and smiles are fake but the long nights and even longer days are all too real.

I hate how there are people out there just surviving and not really living because they're too busy fighting demons who claw and scratch at every happy moment that passes.

I hate how there's people who feel like they're drowning and barely treading water and yet they have to go to work and school and pretend like it's alright.

I hate how society says to "suck it up" when really it's society that makes it worse.

The competition standards are perfect but the contestants are human and there's only so much we can do with lungs full of water and feet of lead.

29 Mar 15

[thisisaplacetowrite]

People say love Does weird Things to our Brains And how we function And I know Because I can’t seem To grasp At the last bits of Reality I had

20 Sept 18 

[thisisaplacetowrite]

I am sorry that I'm not who you think I am. I am not who I think I am either.

03 Oct 18

[thisisaplacetowrite]

'I know you' the words left your lips, and for the first time, in my life I believed them. - I have proven us both wrong

05 Oct 18

[thisisaplacetowrite]

It’s as if

Everything I knew

Is turned around

And you’re there

But

not you

And I’m here

trying to hold

myself

T o g e t h e r

Wishing I could

Hold

You

02 Oct 18

[thisisaplacetowrite]

We are both something and nothing We are midnight good mornings and five pm good nights We are trapped in the pixels of  text messages  and given hope by the promise of plane tickets  and somedays And yet I have never known something more real

28 Sept 18

[thisisaplacetowrite]

I feel like... I feel like when you wake up on a warm summer morning and you put on your best outfit. You know the one that makes you feel fucking perfect? And you look around and the birds are chirping and the gardens are thriving and suddenly you can feel it, the air is changing and the sky is darkening. I feel like the moment when the rain starts and then the hail and suddenly your entire world is dark. I feel like the petals have been beaten off the plants and the animals have taken shelter. I am still standing in my adorable outfit, still looking how I did before, but now I am surrounded by destruction. I am standing, a little less certain, a little more lost. The rain and hail and threatening skies have taken away some of the happiness, some of the excitement, and I am angry now. Angry at the clothes I wear, at the happiness I felt, and angry with the storm that tried to take it.

02 Oct 18

[thisisaplacetowrite]

He is the anchor  that keeps me from                 drifting and you  were the hurricane that br oke the tie

02 Oct 18

[thisisaplacetowrite]

There are marks Where your lips Touched my skin Bruises where You held tight To keep us from Drifting away And I know you’re There with him And I’m here And we made our Fair share of Mistakes But now I find myself Lost Adrift by myself With the fear That you’ll no longer Save me

30 Sept 18