I've written you
again and again
I've gone against
the grain
and managed
to come out
the other side
mostly intact
I find that I'm
still pulling pieces
of myself
from out between
your teeth
Surprised
by all the ways
that you've made
me bleed
- November 2018
Sunday, May 26, 2019
Sunday, May 12, 2019
The Wild
I'm in
the wild
It feels
oddly freeing
I've never
tried it on
quite like
this before
I'm feeling
each piece
as it rests against
my flesh
Some things
sting
and make me
bleed
and I allow
myself to feel
each drip
like its purpose
will be known
any second
Some things
make me dance
and shine
and for those
I hold no question
I allow myself
to bask
in the glow
like there's no
other reason
to breathe
except to feel
this warmth
and light
as I make
my body move
to rhythms
only I can invent
The wild
It does make me
smile
Even through
the stings
For it's
the sting that
reminds me
I'm alive
- November 2018 / May 2019
the wild
It feels
oddly freeing
I've never
tried it on
quite like
this before
I'm feeling
each piece
as it rests against
my flesh
Some things
sting
and make me
bleed
and I allow
myself to feel
each drip
like its purpose
will be known
any second
Some things
make me dance
and shine
and for those
I hold no question
I allow myself
to bask
in the glow
like there's no
other reason
to breathe
except to feel
this warmth
and light
as I make
my body move
to rhythms
only I can invent
The wild
It does make me
smile
Even through
the stings
For it's
the sting that
reminds me
I'm alive
- November 2018 / May 2019
Sunday, May 5, 2019
Solo Trip
I've been here
before
I've seen
all the signs
There's no need
to break me
I've been doing that
on my own
Too afraid of
letting go
But you take my
ripe round heart
You squeeze it
with just one hand
Before I hit
the ground
I find
there is no
soft place
to land
Then you tell me
that you're no
airplane
and I'm not your
landing strip
Then what
the hell
am I doing on
this lonely
solo trip
- April 2017
before
I've seen
all the signs
There's no need
to break me
I've been doing that
on my own
Too afraid of
letting go
But you take my
ripe round heart
You squeeze it
with just one hand
Before I hit
the ground
I find
there is no
soft place
to land
Then you tell me
that you're no
airplane
and I'm not your
landing strip
Then what
the hell
am I doing on
this lonely
solo trip
- April 2017
Wednesday, May 1, 2019
Saturday, February 9, 2019
Cookie-Cutter Dream
The cookie-cutter
dream
pressed deep
into my
heart
It's left a
hole
in the shape
of you
It tastes
sometimes
bitter
sometimes
sweet
- October 2018
dream
pressed deep
into my
heart
It's left a
hole
in the shape
of you
It tastes
sometimes
bitter
sometimes
sweet
- October 2018
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