I had my first dream last night that you weren't in.
not even a minor character,
your ****** name wasn't even in the credits,
let alone plastered across the sky in flashing lights
like you want it to be.
my first reality that you didn't belong in,
and it was the most blissful peace that I can remember since we bathed in pools of cloud.
I heard the first song that didn't make me think of you yesterday.
the lyrics, for once, were just lyrics,
not an embodiment of you and the things you do.
guess what?
it was coldplay.
you always hated coldplay.
this morning, I basked in the sun and didn't picture you coated in gold light beside me.
I didn't look at the leaves adorning the trees and picture your face laughing beneath it.
I didn't trace the plate lines of my palm and imagine the earthquake we used to create when yours collided with mine.
I didn't eat new food that I wanted you to try and I didn't want to share the smallest details of my day with you.
you may have won this poem, loverboy,
but don't be too triumphant.
your victory won't last long.
it's the era of my new beginnings without you and I'm going to be just fine.
Jan 3, 2019
Jan 3, 2019 at 4:37 PM UTC
how do I stop
writing about you.
when i cast
the words
and they
spell your name
every time.
Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 3:59 PM UTC
lean into this,
the hard work
the heart work
the art work of growing.
know that this isn't forever.
your body, your home will catch up
to the blossoming of your soul.
days and months and years will pass.
but then, like a child, like a flower in spring,
you will bloom, you will rise.
here.
unrushed.
in your time.
Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 3:57 PM UTC
your fingertips touching my forehead
eyes closed but wide open
our breaths
the same
your fingers in my mind
dipped into
the frequency
of my subconscious
our hearts
mirrors
— ephemeral & infinite | human connection
Aug 5, 2017
Aug 5, 2017 at 10:12 PM UTC
the early morning silence is good for me
i usually miss out on the sunrise,
but when i don't, i let myself soak in it
my fingers prune under the rays of a sun unreleased
this in-between --
the not quite day, but not quite night --
sets my world in motion
time stands still and life forms inside my window pane
bliss in a 5:30AM lilac sky
the early morning silence is good for me
Jul 8, 2017
Jul 8, 2017 at 10:45 PM UTC
I don't feel like
I owe you
anything
do you know
how freeing
that is
Jul 8, 2017
Jul 8, 2017 at 8:32 PM UTC
you are
the depth in the backdrop
the swirling dust motes in the angled lighting
the soft ascent of velvet curtains
brushing against a bare stage
as well as
the lead role
— backstage | the whole performance
Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 9:15 PM UTC
why is it that you fall
head over heels in
love with basic
human decency
— we've been crushed so long, the absence of weight feels like flight.
Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 11:46 PM UTC
the night
reinvigorates me
evening breath billows past my skirts
soft kisses on my ankles
pinpoints of
indigo-mauve-azure
behind whispering leaves
glass buttoned sleeves brush (clink)
against chain link fences
fast light cars
— bathe me in headlights | (not spotlights)
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 4:19 PM UTC