Poems, Love
Love
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The Way You Still Arrive
Anna,On this day, I write to you the way I wish I still could —as if you’re sitting on the porch steps,mud on your jeans from riding,hair brushed smooth for whatever came next.You were always both —wild and polished,fearless and tender,the all‑American girl who fit everywherebecause you belonged to yourself first.I think about that often.On… Continue reading
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Old School Love in a Modern Mess
I grew up seeing a different kind of love —Grandma and Grandpa choosing each otherin every season,arms that stayed,hands that didn’t let gowhen things got heavy.They taught me what it meansto guard a heartbecause it’s precious,not because it’s unprotected.And maybe that’s why I walk aroundfeeling like I was born in the wrong era —like my… Continue reading
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Because I Stayed Me
Why am I not good enoughwhen there’s always someoneprettier than me,skinnier than me,someone who fits the mold better? Do I need to start doing my hair just right,paint my face like a masterpiecethat isn’t really mine?Do I need perfect nails,perfect smiles,perfect curves? Do I need to be artificial—polished, filtered, edited—just to be chosen?Is that really… Continue reading
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Could You Choose Me
I don’t want to be noble about this.I don’t want to pretend I’m above itor healedor graceful in my wanting.I want you.In the way that makes my chest hurtwhen your name lights up my phone.In the way that makes me replayevery almost-look, every pause,every moment I thought—this is it; this is where you choose me.My… Continue reading
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A Letter You’ll Probably Never Read
Dear you, I still catch myself looking for your truckwhen I drive past the park,hoping you’re out there—breathing, moving, doing something that feels like yours again. When I’m in a crowded store,my eyes wander without permission,searching faces that aren’t you,still hoping for just a secondwhere the world surprises me. At night, when everything finally slows… Continue reading
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Unchosen: Attracted to You in Every Way
I knew from the start that this road bent the wrong way,yet somehow fate kept placing youright in front of me—a temptation I wasn’t strong enough to resist.I tried to tell myselfthis was just fun,something light,something I could walk away from.But who was I kidding?I was drawn to youin every way a person can be… Continue reading
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Salt I Choose to Swallow
I know the cost of this –the way a heart can splitlike a shoreline giving in to the tide,knowing the water will always returneven as it erodes the sand. Still, I move toward you. You quiet the storms in my mind,turn the noise into something soft,like rain tapping on a windowinstead of thunder shaking the… Continue reading
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The Love I give
I wished you were mine —hand in hand, side by side.But you chose someone else, and I stopped asking why.I would’ve given you everything,but you never even opened the door.You walked away without a word,and I learned to stand on my own.Now you’re the one with problems,and I pause before stepping in.You weren’t there when… Continue reading
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The Way You Touch Me
When I look into your eyes,I see the life I’ve been reaching for—the one I dreamed of long before I knew your name.A future rises there, soft and certain,as if it has been waiting for us.When your hands find me,I feel the truth of your love.Your touch quiets every fear,tells me I am safe,tells me… Continue reading
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The Quiet Ache of Wanting
He walked in, looking amazing, and I felt myself light up under his gaze.But as I replay each moment, I wonder – did I lose sight of who I am?What started out as simple exchanges became months of blurred boundaries.He never spoke of her, and I never asked, but was that my own denial?When I… Continue reading
Quiet Hour 