word vomit

avoidant attachment

i’m not used to staying in one place for too long,

when the going gets tough i always get gone,

head down, shoes laced, runners stance,

the gun goes off and i run for miles,

when i look back i’m not really sure how i got here or where the finish line went,

but here i am alone again

skip to the end of the beginning

i’ve always been impatient,

burning my tongue on hot chocolate,

reading the last chapter of a book first,

needing to know what i'm getting myself into before i dive in head first,

trying to guess the outcome before it actually happens,

finding comfort in the predictability of things,

and it’s ironic because i’m fascinated with the idea of love and it just simply does not work that way

authenticity

i will continue to be exactly who i’ve always been because you will never be too much for the person who’s meant for you,

they will love me as i am and for all that i can be

funny feeling

peach pit put out a new album today and i was thinking of you,

you came at a time when i didn't know that there were people who could enjoy your company without expectation,

getting drinks and answering questions without fear of judgement,

planning around travel schedules and oddly enough not feeling the need to ask what it was,

intimacy in the form of emotional connection and not physicality,

you never asked for anything but my time and i can realize now how precious that really was

O2

i can be tall, strong, and firm,

sturdy as a northern red oak,

i can be as forgiving as a cherry blossom,

allowing space for new beginnings,

at times all i can seem to emulate is a weeping willow,

i relate to her low hanging leaves and branches

as i also feel the weight of things i should not be carrying,

her tears and mine are the same