Handprints

It's super hot in my room
and I'm not gonna lie...my palms started to sweat.
Aside from the heat, I've been writing notes..poems...just writing...
for the past 3 hours...so yes, my hands are sweaty.
I can barely grasp my pen anymore.
My fingers keep slipping.
So, exhausted, I decided to read instead.
I placed my novel on my desk...and held it down with my left hand as I read.
My right hand gripped the edge of my desk for support...in case something in the book would catch me off guard.
After 2 hours and 8 chapters...I came back to this life.
Amused and satisfied...I decided to get a glass of water.
I removed my left hand from the worn pages
and peeled my right hand from the silver desk.
It felt sticky.
I looked down at my palm and saw the silver paint had clung onto my hand.
I stared at the desk.
My handprint was etched into the desk...small and dainty.
I looked closer.
His handprint was etched into the desk...strong and unfailing.

I was shivering inside but I didn't mean to.

I didn't mean to hurt you 
when you hurt me. 
I didn't mean to hurt you
when I showed you my scars.
I didn't mean to cut you skin-deep 
when I cried my bloody heart out. 
I didn't mean to shun you
when I only wanted to be alone with my thoughts.
I didn't mean to kill you 
when I only shared my thoughts. 
I didn't mean to hurt me 
by being me, 
I didn't mean to hurt me, 
by letting you in me, 
I didn't mean to hurt me...
by being your sister.

Earrings Part I

When you're rearranging your earring holder-
and you realize there's no more room for newer ones, 
do you simply buy a newer, bigger, and (most likely) fancier earring holder? 
Or do you sell your oldest ones to make more space? 

Either choice carries a suggestingly large sacrafice. 
Do you spend more money to accomadate old friends?
Or do you make money and lose time getting ride of the old-timers? 

Then again-
they say the vintage pieces are worth the most-
but are they worth the space? 

And what part of you doesn't want to be new?
What part of you is holding on?
And why?!

Why is it so difficult to simply let go when all they're doing is being a nuisance reallly. 


"Do I stay or do I go? Do I love or let go?"