I didn’t know what I was looking for When I started pulling weeds from this garden I just saw my plants were dying And dug through the soil Thinking it would be obvious what needs to go But by the time I had finished There was nothing left unturned SWD 09/2019 Advertisements
Tag: Reader
Walk With Me
Take a walk with me Through the overgrown grass That is my mind Where I have mostly traveled alone Through paths difficult to clear To turn the page Is to hold my hand Be gentle as we travel And gingerly step over fallen thoughts SWD 09/2019
My First Introduction
The first time I saw you Behind the counter in the coffee shop During my second week We were passing ships As I clocked out And you clocked in Days later Below the full moon’s glow On the small deck dusted with ashes Outside of your junior apartment We talked so long I forgot there…
A Drive in August
The end of summer And flashes of lightening Loom in the horizon The smell of smoke Billows from grills And friendly porches Windows rolled down The Front Bottoms Blaring through our speakers August’s dewy heat In this moment Feels like comfort SWD 08/2019
I don’t tell you enough
You are so beautiful But I don’t tell you enough I silently admire from afar You make me so happy But I don’t tell you enough All the ways you’ve touched my heart You are so loved But I don’t tell you enough Just how incredible you are SWD 08/2019 Photo by Sharon McCutcheon on Unsplash
Lay It All on the Table
I haven’t laid this cloth in a while As I smooth down the creases And straighten the edges My eye catches stains left from previous feasts And I think about the first time I used this table I had no clue what I was doing No linen atop, just bare wood Oh how I tarnished…
Cut My Hair
I cut my hair So I don’t need anyone to hold it back On nights when I’ve drank too much to forget you I cut my hair Which then cut my showers in half So I don’t have enough time to reminisce The feeling of your palm pressed to my damp skin Or my fingers…
My Thousand Yard Stare
I would depict my consciousness As a smaller version of me Sitting behind my eyes’ lenses Observing everything they see I would depict my anxiety As a grey and monstrous storm Lying dormant in the shadows Until something upsets the norm Then with lightening in its veins And gangling long appendages It wraps up my…
Same Tension
I wonder if you feel the same tension In this roughly 700 square foot apartment, as I can The same serenity settling your mind When you find me asleep on the couch The same butterflies in your stomach When I flash a sleepy grin in the morning The same desire to be the bottles or…
