Meet Me In Toronto.

I’m here, and where are you? I can’t remember the last time I gave out hope for you to be. Did you forget? You know we were supposed to be the next great love story. But it’s alright. I mean maybe you’re just running late or I’m not in the right place.

How does Toronto sound? Is that better for you? Will this move make it more successful for you to come out and find me? Because all I’m trying to do is be happy. I know it doesn’t help that I’m kissing all these frogs but you’re not here and I’m lonely. So please just go to Toronto.That’s where I’ll be, I’ll be sitting in cafes with one eye in a book and the other on the street hoping to see your face.

I won’t give up. Even though I’m fed up with relatives and friends asking if I’ve met anyone yet as sadness creeps into their eyes I have to say no for the one millionth time.”No? Not Yet? Not even a Valentine?” As they see my clock ticking: “You know you won’t be young forever.” Oh believe me I know but stop commenting that I’m being too picky and how it’s just about finding a nice boy. If life was about finding a nice boy I would’ve been done by now. But I’m not looking to be content, I’m not looking to settle, I’m looking for you. So meet me in Toronto.


Trapped In Love

I don’t think you realized how long forever is. Do you regret it? Do you regret letting those words ever touch your lips? Because I do. Not because I didn’t mean it. I would have pulled out my whole heart to give to you so you would know how much of my heart you have.

I regret saying forever because now I’m trapped in the confines of your brain. I realized you never truly loved me like your words portrayed. I was only cared for in the mind. As something that sounded like a good idea at the time. You relentlessly kept me there as if out of resentment towards me for loving you so completely.

The shame takes over my body now. Knowing that you will never love me but I will foolishly follow you to the ends of the earth. Let me out. Unlock the door so I can be free. You’ve tricked me and now I’m onto you but I need a release. Get the key. Your brain is an emotionless place where I feel like I’ve been buried alive and you keep piling the dirt on. Tears stream down my face as I yell “Stop! This is enough. Forever is over. I’m the only one who can decide my life.”

But you couldn’t hear me drowning in the mountain of dirt you buried me in. So I’m still trapped, begging for freedom. Searching for another way out of your heartless mind. Maybe it was me who didn’t know how long forever was. Because now I am suffocating in forever with you.

Running In, Running Out

The tide runs in as you run out.

Your feet scampering along the wet sand

imprinting your little feet into it,

only to get washed away by the tide

Running in, running out.

The waves create a loud booming sound

as they hit the shore.

Running in, running out.

Your laughter, dancing along the wind

produces a beautiful harmony in the crisp fall air.

Your hands filled with wet sand

as you squeeze your fingers together and release,

the sand falls to the ground where it belongs.

You wipe your sandy palms against your dress.

You smile at me cheekily.

Running in, running out.

Your infectious spirit skips to the nearest seashell,

as the next wave makes the bottom of your dress wet.

You scream at the unexpected coldness on your small feet.

Your golden tendrils get caught in the harsh winds.

You chase the wave as it depletes from the shore.

Running in, running out.

My soul longs for the childlike wonder that you possess.

Your youthfulness,

The hope you bring for better days.

Running in, running out.