Courtney Peppernell

I asked you to ride shotgun with me.
I didn’t say hold the shotgun to my heart and
pull the trigger.

Breathe in, breathe out slowly and count to ten. There is no rulebook on how to cope when these things end. You may not feel it now, but things will get better, even if life doesn’t tell you when.

I understand why people take flight from bridges,
I understand why a girl holds a blade to her wrist,
I understand why a grown man cries counting all his lists.
What I wish for the world to understand,
is that in these fragile moments,
patience and love are needed most.

Everyone has a part inside
that aches with a sadness
sometimes you cannot hide.

May your weapon be kindness
Your shield compassion
May the flowers grow again
To sprout love from all this sadness

I feel as though I am always writing my first draft. As though my life is a series of edits that I never have time to complete.

This is me.

I am the eye of the storm and my heart is a little broken.

But if you want me, I’m yours.

It’s the last day of the year

and I still lose myself

in good books

and warm tea,

those quiet nights

What Makes Me Smile

You

in the morning light

You know that coffee tastes better in the mornings