take it one day at a time
one day at a time
one breath at a time
in out in out in out inoutinoutin -
one day at a time
pull yourself together girl.
bite your tongue until the words no longer push their way out
tape together your damn broken heart.
reinforce it with steel beams so it will never be broken again
write your own damn love poem
because, look how beautiful your hands are.
when you wake up, your cheeks are roses
your eyes are constellations, and your skin is star dust
don't you forget it
maybe not today, but everything's gonna be okay
one day at a time
one day at a time
Sunday, June 5, 2016
Sunday, May 22, 2016
act 12 : closing scene
i dont know what to say
it feels like everything i've ever done is in slow motion
up until now
i am a rock rolling down a hill gathering speed
and what they've always said is true
all ive ever wanted was less time in this school
and now i just want a little bit more time
time
it's time
become one
reach your peak
i have no idea what the hell im doing
this is my acceptance speech
thank you all for accepting me
thank you for listening
thank you for reading
thank you for writing and inspiring me to write
thank you nelson
thank you paris
thank you thank you thank you
i have too many words on my tongue
and the only ones that are escaping are these ones.
i wont forget about you
vivre paris
au revior
thank you
Sunday, April 24, 2016
rn
last night instead of going to bed
i went to the park to swing on the swings.
because sometimes i feel an emptiness that can only be filled with car windows rolled all the way down and a heart to heart with the moon.
& i've been listening to music that reminds me of gray days and heartbreak
and everything just feels a little off.
i don't know how to say it
but nothing i write ever feels good enough.
& i cant get his floppy hair and goofy smile off my mind
& can someone please tell me how to get over something that never even happened
& i don't mean to sound sad, because i'm usually not
but i'm not ready for my life that hasn't even begun
&
my heart has nostalgia for things that haven't even happened yet.
Sunday, February 7, 2016
Sunday, January 31, 2016
yo yo yo
hi, my name is erin.
i mean i like long train rides and
i like long bike rides and late night talks.
and one time i pretended i was stuck in a tree
and my mom had it cut down later
and i think that i'm the reason that my dog died
and it's kind of a long story
i like rainstorms and thunderstorms
but lightning scares me
and i don't really like milk and i don't know why that matters, but it does
hi my name is erin
and my words are just trying to say what my heart can't
Sunday, January 10, 2016
love poem to poetry
my heart beats louder than the voices of 2500 teenagers.
and i've never felt more alive
hands shaking like a 7.5 on the richter scale.
mind racing faster than usain bolt
but I can't get you off my mind.
and I wanted to say thank you, and i'm sorry.
because last year I bought a ticket to Paris.
I didn't speak the language, and the locals intimidated me.
and #realtalk I was a tourist at times
and i'm sorry. and I don't know what I'm trying to say,
but the words I wrote never felt good enough for you.
so i sat at a table for one, pulled out my favorite pen, and I learned to love you.
you taught me that writing can fix most things.
and that the other things can usually be fixed with crying and comfort food.
and I don't know what I'm trying to say but my head is running out of breath and my heart is slowing down and i'm running out of metaphors.
but I wanted to say thank you, and I'm sorry.
thank you. and I love you.
Sunday, December 6, 2015
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