just write: because of you.

there's power in believing
the world can change because of you,
but it can be overwhelming
when you're not sure what to do.

and so you sit and talk about
the things that break your heart,
but you never try to change them
because you don't know where to start.

and while the thought of failure
is enough to make us all a little shy,
is there any good in thinking things can change
if you never even try?

just write: life's great secrets.

I think that you might know the answer
to every time I've wondered why,
because you smile like you are holding
life's great secrets deep inside.

I'm desperate for some answers,
grasping at any I can find.
I promise if you tell me how to smile like that,
I'll lock the answer safely up inside.

just write: giving away a broken heart.

she told him life was ugly,
that it was harsh and cold and cruel.
she said to look for beauty in this world
simply meant he was a fool.

she told him nothing really mattered,
that the world had gone to hell.
she said even if she didn't break his heart,
it would be broken by someone else.

she shattered him and walked away,
and he never saw her again.
but he kept close to his broken heart
the lessons she taught him.

and when he met someone new,
he knew exactly what to say.
he told her life was made of magic
and there was beauty in each day.

he decided he would share happiness
with her right from the start,
for he knew that only you can choose
how to give away a broken heart.

Ps: Please understand I may be a bit slow in getting back to you as I'm either about to have a baby//currently having a baby//have just had a baby. I wanted to keep things going on my blog, but it may take a bit to get back into the swing of things since I'm, you know, bringing a human into the world and all. xo

just write: merely skin and bones.

she wasn't just a person,
to him she was much more.
she wasn't merely skin and bones,
but a universe to explore.

and so he put his faith in her,
though somewhat undeserved.
he just knew that she would save him,
for she knew he needed her.

but she couldn't save him,
nor did she even try,
because she wasn't quite aware
of the way he felt inside.

and as his view of her grew dim
and quickly changed back to bones and skin,
he learned a person is merely a person
no matter how much you hope in them.

just write: a helping hand.

he simply handed her his coat, 

and just like that, she was warm again. 

sometimes the answer isn't some grand solution,

but rather, just a helping hand.

just write: sweet glances.

I remember when we first met
and the way you'd look at me,
like I was the only one in the room
and the prettiest girl you'd seen.

I keep memories of those sweet glances,
I lock them safely up inside,
because the way you look at me
has slowly changed with time.

but it's nothing to be sad over,
for I can't quite tell you how,
but being seen as pretty is nothing
next to the way you look at me now.

just write: like playing cards.

I can still picture it

after all of this time,

how you’d share with me your secrets

as I would tell you mine.

and we’d lay upon a rooftop

trading secrets like playing cards

as we stared into the sky

hoping to see a shooting star. 

I think of you sometimes,

when a star is on the move.

I’ve heard you’re doing better,

and I hope that’s really true. 

I know that I’m no longer there,

that you’ve found someone new.

I just hope that she is someone

who you can tell your secrets to. 

just write: a treasure trove of wealth.

how silly it is to think
you're made up only of yourself,
when you and I both know
you are a treasure trove of wealth.

you are a priceless french mosaic,
a small piece of every soul you've ever met.
your heart is a vintage roadmap
of every place you've ever left.

your imagination is constructed
of every story you've been told,
the way you feel towards others built by
every hand you've tried to hold.

so when you look at your reflection,
know it's not just made of you...
it's everyone you've ever loved
and the ones who've loved you, too.

just write: the brightest stars.

sometimes when a perfect season

is coming to an end, 

it's hard to feel excited 

when you can't see around the bend. 

and so you try to cling to 

the quickly fading light, 

and hold on tightly to the past,

afraid to see the night. 

but though you feel the sun is setting,

know you've nothing left to fear.

for the sky is always at it's darkest

when the brightest stars appear. 

just write: street by street.

sometimes you long to go back
to the place from which you came,
but once you finally make it there,
you find it isn't quite the same.

and no matter how you try to fit
into old homes with your old friends,
the times of fitting in those places
have clearly come to end.

so street by street you drive the town
until you become much more aware,
it's not the place you miss so much
as who you were when you were there.

just write: here + now.

don’t worry about tomorrow,
for it may never come.
we can raise our cups to yesterday,
but it’s already gone.
let’s just focus on today,
no matter how hard it may be.
I kind of like the here and now,
because here and now has you and me.

just write: all I'd want to see.

I'll wait outside your window
for as long as it may take
we've already wasted too much time
and made plenty of mistakes
if my life were to flash before my eyes
you're all I'd want to see
so I'll wait outside until you come down
to spend forever with me

just write: refuse to be defined.

I do not think that words exist
for what you are to me
I’ve read many books front to back
and I have yet to see

a word that fully captures
the way I feel when I’m with you
or the comfort that’s in knowing 
that you feel the same thing, too

just like there’s no word for what you feel
when you’re surrounded by the stars
or for how peaceful it is to fall asleep
to the sounds of passing cars

it’s like the stillness before the thunder
or the way summer slows down time
sometimes the greatest things in life
refuse to be defined.

just write: there's magic, and it's coming.

the morning feels a little cooler,
the smell of pumpkin fills the air
stores fill with sweaters to grace your shoulders,
and hats to cover up your hair.

there’s magic, and it’s coming
you can feel it in the breeze.
as the days in august wind down,
and summer prepares to leave.

no, the leaves aren’t falling down yet,
there’s still an extra sunny hour in the day.
but there’s magic, just there, hovering
and you know: fall is on it’s way.

just write: forgot to say goodbye.

I used to paint you pictures, 
now I just paint them in my head. 
I never knew our memories 
would one day wind up dead.
buried under sand and sea, 
buried in my head. 
because you walked away from me,
I still don’t understand. 
we had forever right in front of us, 
I thought I saw it in your eyes. 
But then you walked away from me

and forgot to say goodbye.

just write: so much more to show you.

sunrises and sunsets,
raindrops cooling down your skin.
the world is full of little magic
if you just stop to take it in.
the stars poke holes in the darkness
just to say hello to you,
but you only see them through a screen,
making sure everyone else will see them, too.
the world fights for your attention
as you just fight for more:
more followers, likes, and comments,
when there's magic at your door.
sometimes, just for you
the world shares a little secret.
but when you try so quick to capture it,
then you completely miss it.
and when picking up your phone
is the first thing that you do,
you can sometimes hear the sky's sad whisper,
"but I had so much more to show you." 

just write: never said hello.

I’m deaf from all the words
that you never even said, 
hoarse from all the screaming 
that only happened in my head. 

my hands ache from all the punches 

from the fights that never were, 
my brain hurts from overthinking
answers to questions I never heard. 

these bruises make it pretty clear
it’s time to let you go. 
but how do you start to say goodbye, 
when you never said hello?

"The "what-if's" and "should-haves" will eat your brain." -John O'Callaghan

just write: to make you smile.

don’t try to force the things
that were never meant to be.
and all the things you cannot change, 
just throw them to the breeze.
for you’re in charge of so much more
than you really know,
and there is so much happiness 
that’s in your own control. 
don’t worry over the unchangeable, 
for it’s not worth your while
when you’ve got a whole world out there
just waiting to make you smile. 

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just write: old or new.

wherever you’re going, 
I’m going there, too. 
it doesn't really matter where,
so long as I’m with you.
we could go across the country,
to the mountains or the beach.
somewhere cold and snowy,
or somewhere in between.
it doesn’t really matter
if a house is old or new,
I will call it home

just as long as I’m with you.

just write: eight thousand and seven hundred chances.

sometimes when people say to me, 
"do you remember when?"
I have to really stop and think,
for I’ve changed so much since then. 

more than eight thousand and seven hundred hours 
to make up a single year
eight thousand and seven hundred chances
to make my old self disappear 

I’m quite a bit different than I was
just fifty-two weeks ago,
because I’m changing, bit by bit
with each new place I go. 

I change with everything I see, 
and everything I do,
and I’m becoming a new person
by adventuring with you.