the worst

mornings are the hardest,

when i wake up beside you,

and have to leave your arms,

your bed.

they say i'm not a morning person,

but i don't mind this time of day,

i simply don't want this to be goodbye,

to be the end.

here's the truth

i've tried to write this...

but i'm no master of words.

i'd much rather live it,

than document a moment.

Careful Hands

i am subtle in my ways,

yet bold when in your bed.

i am in love with this city,

and grateful you're a part of it.

i love the way you see the world,

and that you choose to see me.

but we are creatures of habit,

and i build the walls that hurt me.

your hands are careful upon my body,

but what about my heart?

i'm an all or nothing kind of girl,

i'm in... mind, body, and soul.

shakey thoughts and shy words.

get it out of your head. get it out of your heart.