The World's Gone Quiet

All the thoughts in my head

She will love herself

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I will teach my daughter to love her body

To embrace each and every inch of it

I will not teach her to cover her skin

She will never be ashamed of her curves

Because a woman’s body is strong, yet delicate

It can move mountains

And nurture another soul

She will never hang her head when their eyes follow her

And as names float off of their tongues as easily as their breaths

She will remember that they all came from bodies like hers

And without women like her,

Their existence would not stand a chance

I will teach my daughter to love her body

Because I now understand the importance of loving your own skin

Before letting anyone else in.


(Photo by Delia Johnson- @deliaclaire)

I’m trying

Processed with VSCO with c1 presetI am trying to love my body

During every hour of the day

Instead of just between the early hours of the morning

When the soft light makes the world seem less harsh

And my mind is less cruel

I am trying to love my body

Even when my favorite pair of jeans holds me a little too tight

Tighter than I remember

I am trying to love my body

Even after flipping through a magazine filled with bone-thin models

And I look down at my own thighs that always seem to be touching

I am trying to love my body

Even when I’m dancing in the shower

And I’m all too aware of every part of me that jiggles with every step

It is very hard to love my body

But I am trying my best.


(Photo by Delia Johnson- @deliaclaire)



It’s so easy to hide behind your screen

Why is it that our fingers can type faster
Than our mind can think?

(Photo cred: Delia Johnson- @deliaclaire)


My heart

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How can I leave

When you have such a strong hold

On the most essential part of me?



Hollow people

There are too many empty people in this crowded room
Each slowly draining the contents of the cups in their hands
I can almost hear the liquid as it makes its way down their throats, trying to fill their souls
And as meaningless words slip clumsily off of their tongues
I’m left wondering why I came here
I might as well be on my own
Maybe I’m not cut out for empty people, empty cups, empty conversations
I think I would be much happier, much better off, if I was alone.




Here I am, desperately grasping at memories

Wondering where the spark went

There was a fire that burned steadily between us

But I fear that I put that flame out on my own,

Maybe a long time ago

And I am sorry that in my own self-destruction

I destroyed the only true love I have ever known

I am sorry that I felt too much too soon

That my own fire burned out too quickly

I am sorry that I feel incapable of feeling anymore

But more than anything

I am sorry that I fell out of love

Just as quickly as I fell in it.



The distance between

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As I sip on my bitter, room-temperature black tea
The way you like to drink it
I’m hit by the sudden cloud of loneliness
That has become a nightly visitor of mine
It rolls over me as the sun cowers behind the mountains
When the sky shifts from red, to orange, to purple, to black
I’m struck by the realization that you are just now soaking in the sun’s morning rays
I imagine the light as it lazily makes its way into your bedroom
Illuminating your tousled hair that I love so much
And kissing your eyelids with soft warmth
It’s at this time of day
Where the distance between us creates a sizable hole in my chest
And it’s in this moment that I realize how truly far away I must be
If the sun’s touching you but it’s not touching me.

*Special thanks to my best friend who gave me the inspiration for this poem. Tu me manques, Casey.

Our hearts


If our bodies were birthed from this Earth

Then our mother gave you a leaf for a heart

Light and airy

Flowing with the breeze

But she blessed me with a stone in my chest

Hard and heavy

And easy to sink.


but you said

You said you would never leave me

And you know that it’s my biggest pet peeve

When people make promises that they can’t keep.


not like the movies


You told me you loved me
As you pushed my underwear to the side
And I wondered if you knew
That my heart was not located between my thighs.