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

i miss you

As a kid I used to walk these paths
Over and over
Pretending I was on a tight rope
Pretending that if I fell off I wouldn't survive
I'd jump from rail to rail and follow the tracks all over town
Over brides
Through the back roads..
Im staring at the memories and I can't help but see you
I see those blue eyes
I see a single tear
But not for you.. For us
You look at me with a second of hesitation
But the train was too close
It took you away before the barefoot girl could catch you
I feel myself lurch forward
But my knees buckle and bring me to the ground
My eyes won't meet the gaze of those around me
My hands grasp my sides as if to force the air back into me
My gaze inches upward to see what's left
The tracks are abandoned yet showered in sunlight
Through my tears I see a glimpse of where you stood
I see all those who love you holding each other
Holding me
The air is filled with character and love
That which you gave us
I look down at what I imagined to be despair
Below me were flowers that filled the cracks and stars that shone with hope
I stare at the infinite vanishing point
There's a light
Its your light, it fills my empty chest
And never stops shining..

Rest in peace, my friend..
Rest in peace, Terik

I'll never forget your smile
Or your laugh
Or your love
Thank you for letting me be a part of your adventure in this life
And thank you for being a part of mine ❤

Sincerely and with love,

AndraLee ❤

I'm listening

You told me I shouldn't trust you
But I did

And maybe red dresses were meant to remain in the department store and not to be admired
But I wore it

There are memories that will never be shared and silences "sorry" could never fill
And I would know.

My tongue is twisted and my eyes are dry
My pen is out if ink and my heart, completely wasted

Country-sides were made for hand holds and tight squeezes
But busses were not made for short lived love and little admittance

P.s. I got my heart back, and it doesn't even recognize your name.

~JQP

Red bandanas and 2am

I thought that 11:11 was always used on crushes  until I started using all of them on you
You're my sleepless nights and tear stained pillow case and every broken prayer and hope

Darling I hate goodbyes and I never want you to be one

Goodbye is too permanent
I couldn't breathe knowing I'd never see you again
That I'd never hear your voice again
That the next time I'd see your name would be written in stone surrounded by tears and in the morning grass

Darling your fight against hopelessness has been the one I've never stopped praying for
Never stopped thinking of
Darling I'll never stop believing in you.

I'll never stop loving you

And when you send me off
And think to say goodbye..
Please just promise me it won't be permanent
That august 10th will be inked into your heart
So your blood won't stop pumping because it has someone to live for...even if it isn't yourself.

And darling if you would--

Promise you'll never be a goodbye

~jqp

Excuse me, Sir

Tuesday morning and I see you
News paper in hand and a booth seat near the bar
Dress pants and a button up and a smile

A smile

Sir, may I ask what your reading?
Headlines are sad and broken and people are hurting and killing and lying
Sir, may I ask why you're smiling?

Tuesday mornings I see you
News paper in hand and a booth seat near the bar
Dress pants and a button up and a smile

Sir, I know why you're smiling.
Sir, please never stop smiling.

~jqp

12|5|15

I always thought that funerals were tied up to retirement and old age
That desensitization would happen when we were all older and wiser and had a couple of grandkids on our lap
I always believed in hope and friends and kindness
And choosing to stay

But darling, the funerals have come early
And news comes almost routinely
We're only children, darling.
We're only children and we're dying..
I still believe in hope and friends and kindness
But its hard
And sometimes choosing to stay is at the end of our list of "to do" 

I'm so sorry, tori. I wish I could have eased the pain. I hope you have found rest in heaven. I hope you know I still love you..

~aa