denouement

i've written these words far too many times,

and the lines are starting to blend together

and i read somewhere that it takes four minutes to fall in love with someone,

but it's been four months, and what if no one cares.

but i wanted to tell you,

that when i laugh i cry

and sometimes i scream as loud as i can when i'm alone in the car

because i want to know what it feels like to be so alive.

and when i was twelve i cried because i knew i wouldn't go to hogwarts,

and my claim to fame is that i got swine flu one time at lagoon (no lie)

and i love my dog more than i love cake

and i like to listen to my music loud enough to hear it beating with my heart

and i just wanted to say thank you.

because

i heard it takes four minutes to fall in love with someone,

but it's been four months.

and i love you 

xo,          

                             erin marie mcdonald

*click*

pocketful of poetry - mindy gledhill

abc - alexander fairchild

lucky - kat edmonson

hello my old heart - the oh hellos

postcards - james blunt

helplessly - tatiana manaois

please dont say you love me - gabrielle aplin

catch & release - matt simons

stranger to love - charles perry

ignition (remix) - the wind and the wave

ghosts- casey abrams

(ill upload a link to the playlist soon!!)

love paris

my heart used to be so young.

my heart started crying the first day it heard about pain

it kept saying that "it wasn't fair, and couldn't they understand that it wasn't fair?" 

but nobody listened. 

and my heart got tired of speaking.

and my body could only handle so much salt

my heart started to shudder when it first heard about death.

the doctor said it was an "atrial flutter" and that my heart should stop worrying.

(but that didn't stop my heart from worrying)

and my heart started cracking when it heard about Paris.

and all it could say was

whywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhy

timed to its own beating.

but

our hearts used to be so young.

you've got

you've got that black heart,

                    black soul                                                          

which doesn't make sense with the way you slather on hope like sunscreen, spf 109

you've got those black eyes,

                                          black hands,

                                                                  but you've always preferred green.

good black don't crack, or so they say.

but honey you're cracked.

you're more cracked than crack, and crack is whack (don't do drugs)

you've got those black lungs,

                                          black tongue

and you pretend like you stopped caring a while ago

wishin'

how to make a wish

• shooting stars
• eyelashes
• birthday candles
• 11:11
• 12:12, 1:11, 2:22 etc. if you're really desperate
• wishing rocks
• lucky pennies
• dandelion fluff
• wishing wells/fountains
• 1,000 paper cranes
• a stolen kiss
• four leaf clover
• first star you see at night
• wishbones
• catch a falling autumn leaf
• cross your fingers
• wish bracelets

i think i have a bad connection

 i live in the basement you see,

can you hear me now?

i never was good at origami

and my dandelions never completely blew away 

but i can't help thinking that someday i'll find a way

but bracelets always looked weird on my arms

and i'm scared of my eyelashes falling out.

and here in highland, utah we seem to have a shortage of wells

and well, 

i forgot what i was supposed to be wishing for.

i have well wishes

and best wishes

but really

i wish i wasn't wishing anymore.