Caitlin Collinsworth
Anyone Can Call You Beautiful
Don’t look at him or his pretty words. Anyone can call you beautiful, but few can feel it underneath. It’s just a word to fill a void, as though it’s any description of who you are.
Maybe One Day I Will Meet You
And maybe one day I’ll be reading a book at the Laundromat. Some movement will catch my eye and then I’ll see you taking your clothes out of the dryer.
The Snow, The Frozen Rain, Why Not Us?
I was at a bar and it was so dimly lit. I wanted to laugh and tell you the menu must be terrible. They wanted it to be hidden, must be way we ere in the dark.
Not Everything Broken Is Useless
I could see my exhales in the air. My roommate and I were told not to walk under the tracks at night.
Honestly, What The Hell Did He Want Me To Say?
The man behind me asked if I had ever tried a kale muffin. I replied no and he hadn’t either. He offered to split one as he sat down next to me on a bench.
There Are Times When I’m Alone And Where He Is
There is a skylight over my bed where I can gaze and see planes fly past at night. The blinking of lights where I imagine lovers being taken home. Their red and tired eyes sore for something familiar.
I Slept On The Couch Last Night
I slept on the couch last night. I felt like a visitor to my own life. The night before a stranger held me. Tightly I could feel his heartbeat, I dragged my fingers across his chest.
When You Left Me, All I Felt Was Regret
You know never know at the beginning who will leave an impression on you. The shortest stint of an almost lover can weigh heavier than the one I could’ve seen for longer.
I Was Writing About Him Before I Realized I Was Writing About Him
I’ve read countless of hopeful stories about people finding their other halves. I never saw relationships that way.
This Is The End
It’s a peculiar feeling when your walls are painted white once again and you see how many boxes seven years can fit into.
When I Feel Hollow Inside
I told her I felt hollow on the inside. That if I were to tap my sternum all it would do is echo.
These Are The Things I Truly Believe In
I believe in songs on the radio. In shuffle. In chance giving you all the signs you could possibly want.