hope is the thing with wings

(after Emily Dickinson)

hope is the thing with feathers

that sits in a gilded cage

hope is the thing with wings

bound to the ground, enraged

hope is the feeling of hunger

for a future yet unfound

hope is the figure of fury

carrying silence, solitude, sound

hope is the thing with talons

clinging to secondhand prey

hope is the thing we’ve crowned

as king, queen, clown

comfortingsuggestion:

you don’t know but withered plants can also look beautiful

Laughing-

It comes easily with you.

It’s the kind of laugh

That brings a smile to my face

Hours later.

-b.m.

You take my breath away in the worst way,

Leaving me gasping for air.

-b.m.

I hope my name burns your throat,

and I hope you have to say it often.

-b.m.

You know how to say all the right things.

You make me so happy.

You make me feel so much love.

But-

How do I know this isn’t wrong again?

How do I know you won’t make me so sad?

How do I know my heart won’t be crushed again?

b.m.

And so she got tired of asking

And asking

And asking

Him how to love her

Now, he lost her.

loving you

loving you is both the easiest and scariest thing I will ever do.

it is easy because it is you.

with your warm brown eyes and childish smile,

holding me while I shake with anxiety,

holding me as you fall asleep,

holding me just to hold me.

you are a burst of energy for my early bedtime,

you always see the best in everyone,

and your smile is as bright as the morning sun.

but easy doesn’t always mean safe.

loving you is my heart race on a sleeve that is 10 feet from my body.

loving you is reminding myself to breathe everytime you take my breath away.

loving you is trying to be okay saying what’s on my mind even tho I am so used to grinding my teeth

loving you is revealing what’s underneath,

realizing I have never loved this much.

loving you is scary.

but it is so good.

-MO