Haley Heidenreich
Bio
I love iced coffee and writing about more of the trivial things of life. But....also writing poetry, novels, short stories, blog posts, and watching the best of the best that could come from Netflix and shark week 😂
Stories (3/0)
Being an Introvert
I’m going to start off with a pretty simple question… how much does a polar bear weigh? Enough to break the ice—Hi, my name’s Haley. You see being an introvert resorts to weird questions, subtle clearings of the throat, or maybe some readjustments in a chair that to some extroverts may seem rather strange or conspicuous. It all started when I moved from California to Florida my summer leading into sophomore year. I was very much an extrovert that would talk to all walks of life: from the jocks, to the nerds, to the cliques, you name it. When we moved across the entire US from coast to coast I internalized my voice and found this huge weight upon my shoulders. Oh no, you can’t smile too much then it looks like you actually want to be in school, but wait you have to smile or else you’ll have this natural bitch face that everyone thinks you don’t want to talk to them and are angry at the world.
By Haley Heidenreich6 years ago in Psyche
Promises
I can’t promise you that I won’t miss my mouth sometimes during a meal, or that I’ll forget to record your favorite show because life got a little too busy while making you a special dinner. I can’t promise you that I’ll stumble on my own words cause looking at you makes my heart stop and my tongue go dry. I can’t promise you that I’ll look away from the road for a glance at you singing full blast in the passenger seat, or that I’ll say the wrong thing to your parents and trip over my feet on the way to open the door for a family dinner. I can’t promise you that there will be good days or that I’ll be able to fix everything. I can’t promise you that there will be tears and arguments over the phone or in person.
By Haley Heidenreich6 years ago in Poets
Piece by Piece
You captured me by the hand and we went down to the shore line; the sand between our toes and the wind capturing our hair. I felt the rush of heat flush my cheeks when you looked at me with those beautiful eyes. God, I knew that I was hooked. The cold sea air mixed with the warm butterflies in my stomach made me feel more alive than I had ever felt in my life. You took the air from my lungs and placed it out into the ocean. All I could ever do was stare at your eyes; they were full of galaxies that had me swimming through their depths finding nebulas of warm compassion and shooting stars of spontaneity and impulse. We were ankle deep and I already felt like I was drowning. The moment you first spoke I knew that I would fall for you more than a child’s love for its imaginary friend, and more than a fish in any sea. I fell hard yet you kept pulling me in when you were resurfacing away from your feelings. You left without a goodbye or an explanation. I was neck deep in the water waiting for you to save me when I had an anchor to my foot. Standing off into the distance was you standing on the shore line with someone else. You placed me out into the deep. I kept being pulled by you once I reached the ocean shelf…. yet the funny thing is, I let go of the shelf to be consumed even more by you. You were my addiction. You were my oxygen. You were my safe haven. Now I am off sailing on new shores and oceans. Maybe one day we’ll meet each other on the old shore line. Until then, I wish you love beyond measure. I wish you all the love and luck in this God forsaken world. Bring her out to the shore line one night. Show her your trick of how the moonlight plays off the glints of sparks in your eyes. Hold her hand tightly and for once…. jump in.
By Haley Heidenreich6 years ago in Poets
