the diaries

fall poetry for hopeless romantics

You are watching the bricks fall, but little do you know, you aren't falling apart.

hello little love fool, you fell in love and now it's time to walk away

note to self: don't just survive, live

And here we are dancing again, post the blizzard.

Who knows if perhaps you were made queen for such a time like this. - Esther 4:14

What exactly am I doing on this earth?

Word by word, I craft a story. I have your attention. Your heart is invested.

You ruined my Sundays in December.

You couldn't just leave, could you? You just had to...

It was painful to watch you feel like you were dying from the very thing that meant to keep you alive.

I was happy on my own, but God I am happier with you here.

And you liked me enough to try and get me. But you never loved me enough to stay.

I don’t want to let go of the pain of holding on to this grief. Because it’s the only thing I have that connects me to you.

There's fragments of me in the flood that lays waste ahead of me. Who am I really?