Beau-Penemuel

Goodbyes were never really my thing in the end But in the beginning, when hello's were as easy as-- breathing, I could remember the way your freckles made the outline of constellations, Gravitation, it's the only thing that's keeping me grounded these days, because the last thing I ever want to do is ask you to stay, I have to give you an apology, because when I found myself astray I looked at my shadow and mistook it for my demons trying to find me, Remind me, That the handprints of my previous lover would always stay under my skin, preventing anyone else from digging under it and planting ideas, That maybe I don't need to be afraid anymore

December will always be the hardest month for me, It was the month I burned bridges with a flick of a match, A drop of gasoline, And a kiss. It was the month I purposely wore stilettos downtown, So I could remember what your heartbeat sounded like when my heels touched concrete. Click, Click, Click, Click It was the month I stood in Alamo Plaza and pretended Christmas lights were stars, so I could make wishes and hope you would come back to me. It was the month I realized I loved you. I thought long walks on Presa Street would make me realize that you were as good for me, as pouring salt in my beer or using a dull knife for protection. b

I never wanted to be your grand scheme of things, The big blowouts that required confetti and balloons, Required sacrifices and credit cards that took you months to pay off plus interest. I pictured myself more as the antique item that was on sale in a thrift shop that caught your eye, Beaten and worn, and yet surprisingly still useful even if I was put on a shelf and just admired every once and awhile. Tick, tick, tick, tick, My hand is stuck on the time past five because its the moment where I realized my baggage was really never left behind, I pray you dont notice as I am starting to take up too much of your time, My emotions are like the

My fingers dance across your skin like they found home, and all I can think about is how you are falling into my life in the most perfect moments— Framing yourself on my walls of solitude and making them shine against the dust that has collected on my emotional baggage. You walk through these empty rooms of my heart and already know what to furnish them with, and a part of me wants to take my baggage and leave because I know, deep down, that they will be the reason why your smile will falter. They will be the reason why you cry, they will be the reason why when we sit together it feels like I am oceans away. But baby, you entangle your

Etched between your words and lines Are softly spoken lies that I just can’t, Let go of. I wish I could let go of you, so I could stop catching myself gazing at stars and the moon and wondering if all you’ll ever be to me, Is a high tide that managed to catch me in your current. Break my brittle ego like abandoned sea shells, and I’m sure I can play a harmony, My composure is like sand between my fingers and the only thing I could say to you was goodbye, Because goodbyes aren’t like high tides and ocean currents— where if you watch carefully you know when they’ll return. I’ll swim until my lungs g

My imperfections fall like, puzzle pieces. They make me whole, in a sense, where the cracks are thin and liquid, nitrogen can seep through. The cold is chipped from the shoulder, down, and when I thought that I couldn't, distance myself anymore than usual, it seemed to happen all over again. It's always a choice, for people like the broken and scarred, to turn hero's into martyr's. It's always a threat, for people of the past, to look to the future and take two steps back wondering if it'll last. The truth to us, is as simple as it can be. Laid out before me in a sense of, righteousness. The question, for me, however-- Is to let it consu

He was a man, destined to be something great by the worlds that collided to make, supernova's. He was, something, that I just couldn't, take, a-hold of. And in a place where standing still meant that you had music to face, I just couldn't quite find the man who had a certain place, already built for me inside his heart without him even realizing it. Bit by bit, had the rose petals fallen onto a floor made of glass. It was like staring up at the sky and wondering why, you felt like something was missing. He is a man, of great wonder in a world so typical. Filled to the brim of nothing but hypocritical, wanna be smooth talkers and skilled st

I was never good at expressing how I felt through normal conversation, No, I was never good at making relationships work without some, hesitation. It's been all or nothing for me, and with you it's something in the middle, something in-between. I've got a broken soul in my chest sprinkled with what's left of what you could call a heart. You're not very smart, getting involved with a girl like me, someone who you seem to find beauty in the smallest things. You've got to understand that my thoughts are scattered, my lungs are battered from the smoke that I inhale every night to try and, understand if what we have is right. It's not doubt, no

There's a reason why, you don't stare up at the stars anymore. There's gotta be a reason for, no longer locking the door, to your, memories. You let it slide past, as if it was nothing, you let it manifest itself in the hopes of sparking a reason as to why, you feel the way you do. Life was not supposed to be like this, no, it was supposed to have a plan, it was supposed to have meaning, something that you can, rely on. There's a reason why, you gave yourself the instruction for destruction. There's a reason why, the stars have lost their glow to you. There's gotta be, because to have no reason at all is just like having concrete wings fo