why oh why did cupid shoot me

Hi

I know we’ve talked maybe three times

But you feel like home.

You’ve got my heat tripping over its beat

But my tongue is double knotted and your 2 ft. out of reach

College is full of open doors

But my mind isn’t convinced that you’re one of them

I think logic and heart strings should make a band,

Combine them like one republic

Bring a beat and a cello and make a hit that sells millions to trembling hands and shattered eardrums

Let their hearts rock them to sleep to the melody and their Friday nights take their breath away soft and smooth, waking up to Saturday morning drowning in unanswered calls, unsent texts and a pounding bridge written by yours truly, logic at its best.

I don’t believe that love is as awful as they make it out to be

Adjust

Mistrust

Tin heart

Tears and rust

Hollows inside filled with avid butterflies

Lonely nights not by your side

I don’t believe that love is as crazy as they make it out to be

Tangled hair

All in but scared

58000 miles

Handwritten letters she tares

Tracing paths around your heart

Running so they can’t force us apart

It’s not that complicated darling

It’s open mouths and childhood stories

It’s open arms and willing shoulders

It’s goodnight kisses and vulnerable limelight

Letting fears come through your sighs

Look I know we won’t be in your history books but that doesn’t mean we won’t remember us

Because darling love isn’t an article published in The New York Times

Love isn’t bragging to your friends or taunting enemies

It was never a public affair or a court case

Love doesn’t need Facebook’s lawyers or Snapchat’s replays

It’s not a picture on Instagram or a statement on Twitter

Love is quiet

and simple

and listens

and grows

It doesn’t just happen, or grab you all at once, it becomes

And darling its growing on me

~A.A.

6 | 9 | 1 7

i thought i would get a free chick-fil-a sandwich today, but i packed a lunch and sat down and all i feel is content. 
i'll have to pay off my loans but all that's left due is $114.

God is good.

He found me a parking spot and helped me develop a crush on the boy who live in peru
He inspired my interviews and woke me up in the morning
He strengthened me to clean my room and to support my heart
He gave me brownies at the hand of angel mother and saved an extra bite sitting in my room for after homework
God sent me straight to college and a job
and a home close by with friends and family.
it's a beautiful place when we let the light fill our sight

and darling, i'm alive.

~JQP

p.s.
i'm home, love