for a few days every spring
flowers bloom
and every layer of fog
separating my brain from my body
and from that the world
is lifted
and i am worth loving
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 5:16 PM UTC
we’ve hit every topic:
reincarnation, the universe
politics, love
and all it did was create a void
that i’ll never be able to fill.
regardless of the amount
of poetry i devour or
literature i pretend to understand
at the end of the day i am just as empty
as before reading shakespeare
or the brontë sisters
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 5:11 PM UTC
not a sound escapes
his vacuum-sealed-tight lips
but he wraps his steady branches of arms
around my shivering twigs
and he holds me
until nature has reclaimed the earth
and us with it
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 8:17 PM UTC