a collection of poetry
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pay to love
you pay to love
putting your feelings out on a line
never knowing the return
hoping everything will align
never knowing the end of the receipt
you hope your order is complete
before you checkout
and need a bailout
you pay to love
waiting for a register to open
so you can pay
and start loving unbroken
i want it to be you
i want it to be you
i want my parents to meet you
i want you to see my childhood bedroom
i want my pets to love you
i want it to be you
everything we’ve been through
the rollercoaster of love
every little fight to every single flight
i don’t want to worry anymore about going through life alone
i want it to be you
epitome of love
feel warmth on our skin
hand in hand on a green sea
feel joy in our eyes
dance as the orange sun sets
this is me falling in love
where my heart lives
the house i grew up in is not my home
the numbers printed on the side of the street
is not where my heart lives
my heart stays where there’s room to roam
and it doesn’t have to be in the backseat
four walls
and a white picket fence
is not where my heart falls
or where it makes dents
my heart falls when it’s warm
and safe inside where i don’t have to worry
about where my heart lives
there should be no storm
and it shouldn’t be blurry
i think
love is the feeling
it should be in sync
and it should be healing
she's a ghost
i don’t believe in ghosts
it can all be explained by a door creak
but she’s a ghost
she’s a ghost who haunts me in my sleep
she’s a ghost who follows me in my dreams
she’s a ghost
two circles cut in a thin sheet
draped over everyone i meet
an alarm to remind
the past never leaves
a presence still felt in the future me
shivers down my spine
dizzy on my feet
it’s a sign
i can feel the heat
eyes are always on me
a spotlight switched to on
tracking where i should be
she’s a ghost
a soul and a spirit that makes me weak
who lingers in every inch of me
looking down through the two cut out holes
i don’t dare look up
for i fear i meet her gaze halfway
i feel her daggers shooting from the sheet
piercing my back until i bleed
it hurts
my walls crumble in pain
but i get up
and keep shining all bright
hoping i get a glimpse of her
before the sunlight
a whisper down the hall
a shadow dances in my sight
i shut my eyes
hoping it all goes away
only to be taken right to our place
on the coast
where the wind sways
i get reminded
she’s a ghost to me
she’s a ghost who follows me in my sleep
she’s a ghost who haunts me in my dreams
she’s a ghost
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