Trista Mateer

We’re young
so everything sits on the tongue like this.
Everything is a promise

I wait for you to find your
way back to the world we made for each other,
the place where it was safe for you to want me

Nothing exists but you and the clock and the promise of something sweet and warm.

I wish I could fall in love with this city
the way that I fell in love with you

Here, love gets to be hungry. Here, love never has its fill.

They are not leaving you; they are just leaving.

you’re still on the right path for you whether you’re ticking along it alone or not.

You are not defined by the people you walk away from, and you are not defined by the people who walk away from you.

I know this isn’t what you wanted it to be
but you can still make something good out of it.

I think maybe I’ll just leave it there for good