Far away

I see all my friends going to amazing places, having the time of their lives… I wonder how they do it… Just pick up and go for a while. How do they afford it, and know where to go?
I want to go. Far away places… Or even places not so far away. I want a change of scenery, but I’m too broke and scared to go.
Maybe one day I’ll make it.

Alas, my heart aches for adventure.

I hate sleeping alone after sleeping in his arms. Knowing he won’t be laying next to me when I open my eyes come morning makes me not want to fall asleep. His quiet breaths on my neck, his hand lazily draped over my waist, help me sleep without any fear. I find all my comfort in his arms.

I feel that my writing suffers because I am a woman. I could write about love and things all day, but there is just something so powerful and provoking about a man writing about the same things. I’ve always love men poets more than women poets. Come to think of it, the only woman poet I enjoy is Maya Angelou.
Maybe it’s because when reading a man’s poetry, especially about love, the desire I have for the piece to be about me is so overwhelming, it fills me with that passion.
I could write from the perspective of a man, and I would probably like it more than what I write now (be it very little).
Maybe I’ll give it a shot.

Friends?

It makes me upset
that you text her
more than you text me.
That you confide in her
instead
I guess that’s just
some jealousy
I’ve left lying around
because I’ve tried my hardest
to show I’m worth it.
I wish you’d be there for me
like I try to be for you,
but I don’t even get the chance

Nothing

I wanted to write something,
but nothing good is on my mind.
Sleep escapes me
but there is nothing else
to do.
So I’ll just lay here,
thinking of things that won’t help
me sleep
Until hopefully nothingness
creeps back in my mind
to let me rest

Drops

The smell of rain

teases my senses. 

The sky darkens over head.

Lightning in the distance.

Electricity fills the air. 

Hairs stand on end.

Goosebumps rise.

Single drops fall

one

by

one.

It ends as quickly as it began.

"Always"
The Harry Potter series has always been so good to/for me. They have taught me so much, and changed me as a person. Rereading all of the books opened my eyes to things I hadn’t seen before. It is so much more than a ‘children’s series’. 
"A children’s story that can only be enjoyed by children is now a good children’s story in the slightest" -C.S. Lewis

"Always"

The Harry Potter series has always been so good to/for me. They have taught me so much, and changed me as a person. Rereading all of the books opened my eyes to things I hadn’t seen before. It is so much more than a ‘children’s series’. 

"A children’s story that can only be enjoyed by children is now a good children’s story in the slightest" -C.S. Lewis

Sometimes

Sometimes, I wonder how different things would be.

If he wasn’t here, if we had a chance. 

Would it play out like the others,

coming to a bitter end?

For now, we won’t know.

We will never know.