your tears have been
watering your flowers
you became such a
beautiful garden
Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 7:06 PM UTC
Sometimes I imagine us holding hands,
Walking along the harbor:
You, telling stories of all these lost years
like a pelican begging for food
Making music out of my invisible tears
But maybe instead of holding your hand
I should hold on to the future
And stop chasing your footprints in the sand
Only to be led nowhere.
I will no longer swim in these tears.
I have felt the ache of the salt burn on my skin for far too long.
It’s not worth docking on this pier
If you don’t treasure me like the shells along your shore.
So I set sail.
I will find a new island to call my own &
Sculpt the land like shaping clay on a pottery wheel.
I will treasure all of my shells and secrets
The way you did not treasure me.
And for once, I will command the sea.
Feb 10, 2019
Feb 10, 2019 at 1:24 AM UTC
my demon is anger.
it rises and erupts in me;
i’m no longer a quiet, cool ocean,
but a fiery, angry volcano.
my demon escapes when i am weakest.
it wants me to be strong,
to dominate.
to destroy.
to be the best.
my demon is my curse.
it’s a part of me.
it makes me, me,
but i think it’s ugly.
it’s hideous.
i want to put an end to the anger,
but with two small hands
i can’t possibly stop a volcano.
Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 8:42 PM UTC
i’m possessive.
i can be mean, even if i’m shy.
especially to the people i love.
i care for each one of my friends and family,
that’s why it’s easiest to
hurt them.
Aug 19, 2017
Aug 19, 2017 at 12:59 AM UTC