Hungover From You

And just like that

we were strangers again.

How am I supposed to pretend 

like I never loved you?

I could never forget

the way you looked 

at me

right before you kissed me.

Your touch intoxicated me.

I've been drunk on you

for far too long,

and I'm not ready for the hangover.

Marks Are Too Often Scars

Almost everyone is obsessed with leaving a mark upon the world. 

Bequeathing a legacy. 

Outlasting death. 

We all want to be remembered. 

But the marks humans leave are too often scars. 

So walk lightly upon the earth. 

Acknowledge the truth: 

We're as likely to hurt the universe as we are to help it, 

and we are not likely to do either. 

People will say it's sad to leave a lesser scar,

to have fewer remember you, 

to have loved deeply but not widely. 

But it's not sad, 

it's the farthest thing from sad. 

It's heroic.

You Were My Summer

Everything is broken

beyond repair.

Sometimes good things just

have to come to an end.

Even though it will hurt,

and it will hurt for a while

in the end, 

you will be okay.

Although

I will miss

playing guitar with you,

singing with you,

sleeping under the stars

wrapped up in a blanket,

walking with you.

We used to just go,

no questions

no worries.

Just walk

hold hands

and sneak kisses on

each other's cheek.

You are my summer love,

and I will never forget you

or the way your eyes

always lit up

when I walked in the room. 

With each coming summer

I will think of you

and long for your touch.

But we both know that we're okay,

and I'll see you again

someday.