A Collection of Short Letters

Dear Bree-

I'm sorry you broke your Femur. Your Tibia. Your Fibula. I'm sorry you hit a Semi. You don't know how sick the words "Your sister has been in an accident." made me. You should also know how grateful I am to be able to drink diet cokes and watch Netflix with you I know that day could have gone very differently.

Dear God-

You saved my sister. I know it wasn't just coincidence she hit the one spot on the Semi that wouldn't have killed her. Thank you.


Dear Blog-

 I'm sorry I abandoned you for 3 weeks. Especially for the fact I cheated on you with Netflix.


Dear Cop that pulled me over-

Thanks for wanting to keep people safe. next time, don't ask me dumb questions of why I'm acting nervous when you pull me over. Also, I hope that wasn't your most happening case of the night. After all, you only pulled me over because there was a plastic cover on my license plate. You must have been bored.

Dear You -

I like cuddling with you. And I don't really care that you have a girlfriend right now. 

Dear Radio Stations -

Stop playing the same 10 songs. If I hear the songs "Best Day of My Life." and "Dark Horse" one more time I will take a baseball bat to my radio.

Dear mom-

I miss you. I miss girls nights.  I'm not ready to leave home to go to college. Is that okay?

Dear Rain-

You can stay as long as you want. I don't mind. 

Dear Self-

You have come a long way. Keep smiling.

A Summer of Innocence

 Truth is I miss you. I miss your magic your name would bring. I miss the happiness you brought. I miss the freedom you came with.

Mostly I miss your innocence.

Summer was everything back then. I was 10 years old. The last day of school I came home to a surprise water fight in my neighborhood.  Water balloons drenched my clothes, people were running around with water guns. Otter pops were handed out by the handfuls, and everyone was happy.

I spent summer nights with my friends. most of them were spent at Kohlers buying doughnuts and Jones Soda. Late at night I sat on my windowsill with my head against the screen as crickets chirped and the breeze blew through my undone hair.

Summer days were spent with my mom. Target runs, and convertible rides with the top down as we listened to Bon Jovi. this was one of our favorite thing to do together. I would tell her of my newest boy I had a crush on. I believed in Love, and Romance, and Happy endings.

I lived summer knowing It would be here again in the year to come.

I'm 18 now. The last day of school instead of Water fights and otter pops I  came home to a 7 hour shift.
besides even if I was offered an otter pop I wouldn't be able to stop worrying about this "bikini body'' I'm supposed to have for summer.

I still spend summer nights with friends, but I can't open my window at night because I sleep in the basement and that would be "dangerous.''

I called my mom today and asked her how she was at work.  I don't get to see her as often as I want, but she's still my best friend.

My parents are in a fight. Its awfully hard to believe in happy endings when you can hear him yelling through the walls.

I'm living summer not knowing when the next one will be.

But even still, the crickets chirp, there is plenty of Jones Sodas at Kohlers, and many convertible rides to be taken.

I just wish summer was still niave instead of growing up with me.

Stargazing With You

Meet me at there at dusk
Somewhere that's unknown

Beneath the violet canvas
That begs to be explored.

the wind will play our song
that we'll wish to play again.

Tree branches will be as our fingers
that are so tightly intertwined.

The mountains will be like blankets
that we have piled up on the grass.

the moon will be our source of light
 that makes our souls transparent 

the summer air that we breathe in
will be the photo we wish to capture.

The sky will be our movie
That we are waiting to rewind

the falling stars will be my heart.

When I fall for you tonight.