Get out of my head you
Ignorant, thoughtless, angry,
Heartbreak of a memory.
Forest pond eyes
To drown me in.
I like the taste of air.
Usually.
Probably.
****
Get back in the box.
Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 3:17 AM UTC
I love you, steadfastly
Like the moon misses the sun
Reflective and from a distance.
Wondering I wish
When our paths cross again
Who are you, I don't know you anymore
Perhaps, I never did
You move paths I cannot fathom
But never did I wrong your damaged heart
I never burnt as bright
And out of control
I know myself far better now
You are separate and beautiful
Let your joy guide your actions
From afar
If ever it gets too heavy
Find me
I will lift you up again
Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 6:51 AM UTC
Just when I think
I have mastered numbness
I remember love,
See his receding back,
And I feel again
Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 11:17 PM UTC
When I say listen
They all think netflix
I don't mean stories.
Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 12:21 AM UTC
Last night I dreamt of ticking time bombs
I awoke with your name on my lips.
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 1:54 AM UTC
Sweetheart I say
Romance is a dead art
CPR can only sustain us for so long.
I'm going to listen to the masters play
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 4:59 AM UTC
I love my hipbones,
Beautiful and sharp.
They make women inhale.
They say.
I love their eyes,
For all the same reasons.
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 1:56 AM UTC
Am I deliciously complicated?
Like a sunsets colours
Or a quiet love affair.
Or
Am I muted softness?
Like a daisy in a vase
Or a small candles light.
Perhaps I am too much
For one woman's body,
And that is why I read.
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 4:28 AM UTC
Living outside the lines
They say silence is golden,
Real women wear heels
You aint really settled down
Without a house and a set of wheels
Now I aint doing too bad
But not good enough it feels.
It just aint real...
My children are golden,
But silence is suspicious.
Who the hell has time for heels
When I have this many dishes.
I rent my house and the cars a loan
But I’m doing alright
Here in my little life
Living outside the lines.
Back to schools a nightmare,
And Im allergic to holidays.
Not sure if its the relatives,
Or the money trickling away.
I used to dye my hair for fun
Now I dye to cover grey
But thats alright,
It’s my life.
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 10:30 PM UTC
I am a women often told
That I am built to hold.
To look at.
To admire.
Someone stop admiring my fire
And ask me my name.
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 4:26 PM UTC