Window sills, ink blots, and home-made hearts

it wasn't loud
just enough to make you question if you heard anything at
all

just like the wind that dances through the trees on it's way home

just like the sun that sits quietly on your window sill while you write

just like all the words you choose to wisper instead of shout

just like the leaves that have turned to gold and decide to fall with too much elegance

just like our home-made hearts that I found in that dusty old attic

just enough to make you question if you heard anything at 

all

❤

it's been too long
i like writing

i was scared of this
scared of the light
that i would be vulnerable

afraid that you might understand everything i had kept hidden for so long
that my hesitation would be transparent

but most of all i was scared that you were real
that you wouldn't pretend to care
because that is all i've ever know


thank you dear for being brutally honest


❤

TO FALL

we weren't ready for this 

we weren't ready for your cold 

we had gotten used to the sun

loved it so dearly that we had forgotten about you 

i'm sorry love

no one realized you were coming 

 i know how hard you try to be a comfort 

you love everything so much it dies

i won't mind this time if you can change my heart

so i know what it's like to need the warmth

next time i'll be ready

xx