violaceous

you were once worth
the pain
the boredom
the sleepness nights

but now
you're not worth
any of it
the tears
the heartache
gone

nothing

that is your worth 


*(violaceous)*

worth

it wasn't the fall
that worried her
she enjoyed it
the wind in her hair
the gentle sunlight
trespassing onto her skin.

it was the landing 
that worried her
the uncertainty
of where she'd end up

hoping a cushioned cloud
would wrap her up and keep her safe
but knowing
that a landing in treacherous waters
was just as likely

but she enjoyed the fall.


a//j