My niece
made me bangle
of letters, starts, unicorns|
and colored beads

Then it hit me
that's her poem to me
a set of random things
that sit beautifully
side by side
around in a circle

and I noticed that
that's the first time
someone wrote
a poem
about
me

I miss you
I love you
I’m drunk
and I can’t think straight

My world is falling apart
Because I can’t stay sober without you

☼

i guess ive always had a thing for fire
standing too close -
letting the smoke suffocate me,
the smell latch onto me.
i know i might burn,
but it’s where i want to be -

ignited by all of this desire inside of me

The search for true love
when planets align ,
then blinded by cupids
Time serves the
Divine .
☆
But when angels are singing ,
the two lovers kiss ,
in a garden of tulips
where makes sacred tryst .

the river knows
as does the grey

of the rain
the dark windows

of the church know
and the confetti

of leaves wet
upon the cobblestones

he isgone

to ng ue ti pp ed      
                               in to the            
                                              in fi ni te

heis gone

Sometimes goodbyes are the best thing that can be said,
we end much suffering from one word that changes the aspect of one's humanity.

i have died so many times
thoughts erased
head floating in the air

i have died so many times
skin stripped
i can't feel the wind

i have died so many times
no tears would flow
when i grieve my death

i have died so many times
yet i am still breathing