You were my favorite hiding place
If love were a treehouse
We'd stretch our branches out like wings
I'd swing from us for hours
...
The morning
Longing for a lazy sun
The clouds a scrambled mess
And you
...
I have more fake friends
then there are stars in the sky
But you'll always be my moon
Watching over me as the world rests
...
They sling reassurances at me like:
"Everything's going to be okay."
ROUTINE, the audacity of such a word
I sit here, a sand castle during a monsoon
...
It's pushing empty swings
It's a car seat that collects dust
It's washing clothes that weren't worn
It's your food expiring in the freezer
...
It's 9: 25 A.M.
I am not yet awake
Two tiny arms envelope my should like
parachute strings, he keeps me safe.
...
"No Heartbreak Allowed."
You were my favorite hiding place
If love were a treehouse
We'd stretch our branches out like wings
I'd swing from us for hours
We'd tease the ground
until it were red in the face
"No Heartbreak Allowed."
I'd barricaded the mouth of our home
With the worse things we were ever called
We were all the other needed
But roots are concerned with plans
They grow
And so we did
When the fall came
You left
And I paid my debt to the ground in full