My mother gave me demons,
But she also gave me a sword,
She showed me how to use it.
I’ll curl my fingers around this hilt.
I’ll carry it with pride.
I will not be overtaken.
I am a warrior.

I walked away
And I know I’m supposed to feel stronger
But my bones seem to creak now
And my chest sings hollow
And the breeze makes me shudder.

Empowerment
Feels a lot like weakness
Sometimes.

I had a nightmare about you.
A nightmare where you told me
You didn’t want me.

When I woke up close to tears,
Shaking in your t-shirt,
I knew you could hurt me.

The moss covers the trees,
Like a thick cloak, a decoration
There is so much life here.

The sunrise was a blush toned haze,
Behind a great peak, this morning,
I’ve missed the absolutely joy,
Of seeing something so beautiful,
It steals your very breath.

Sleepy
With a side of sorry.
I’ll do better tomorrow.

I had a nightmare
That I still lived in that house
Not with you, just in the same place
With the claw marks on the walls
And the tear stains on the ceilings
And not a speck of dust in sight.

I woke up in tears,
Screaming at the universe
I couldn’t live there, not again,
I couldn’t call that place a Home
Not with the ghost of a little girl
Stealing candy from the decorative bowls
Starving, but not for food.

You are the toiling Wind,
Your eyes are the blue sky, your touch the warm sunlight
I have seen the stars in your freckles, and the night sky in your palms
I know you often feel like you have no path,
And I know the fear of being lost resides around your ring finger
But I know you carry far more than a whispering breeze in your lungs,
I know that in your feet are proud gusts
And that your love is what screams at my window every night
You are the toiling wind
Indisputable, incorrigible, intense
And you are what carries me by my wings when I am too weak to do it myself
I know you come with clouds on your heels sometimes
But I also know you chase them off just as quickly
You are the toiling wind,
You are the gentle breeze,
You are the screaming gale,
You are freedom.

The horizon blushed,
As we chased the sunset,
And I forgot what goodbye felt like.

Today it snowed both here and there
But it wasn’t cold here.
I never thought i would miss 17 degrees
Biting at my nose and cheeks.
Homesick.

This bedroom feels more like a cell
But with every day, with all my effort
I am piecing it together.

The definition of “content”
Became leaning into your side
Wrapped in your arm.

His eyes capture the light and hold it,
Brown fires in his soul,
His hands are rough and calloused,
And his heart is worn.

Please don’t let this one hurt.

He told me he loved her
A stubborn, honest truth,
That I already knew.

Let me bring you close,
Run my fingers through your hair
I’ll whisper sweet nothings
Press my lips to your skull,
Kiss the ache from your mind.

I know, it hurts.

The cars fade away,
The sun turned golden,
I want to touch the water.

Early morning haze,
You pull me closer, closer.
Is it me, that you want?
Or do you just need to remind yourself
You aren’t alone.

I can feel the ache when I embrace you
Your chest moans against mine.
And I know the pain seeping from your pores
I press my lips to your cheek.

She look back at me,
And her hair is the pure sunlight
And her eyes are the vast sky.
Her cherry blossom lips curl in the brightest grin
And my chest aches something hollow
Something full.

I missed the bus,
And sat on the sidewalk while I waited.
It was dark, the city aglow,
I think I’m okay.

The saddest part,
Is that I know with every fiber
I’d let you tear me to shreds.

If only to make you feel better,
I’d offer my own devastation.

They keep me entertained,
Smiling, laughing,
But I know that too soon...
I’ll be alone again.

My palms are still skinned from that time
I fell in love with you,
And my lungs still tell me sometimes,
They cannot breathe air that wasn’t once yours,
And my chest still echoes with sobs from the piece of your heart
I know you left sitting in my chest,
It’s carved across my bones, across my skin, in my eyes,
I miss you.

“Happy Birthday”
She says over flowers and chocolates
Apollo’s last masterpiece

I enjoy his company
My heart aches for her
What if I’m not ready
To move on?

I awoke, and his words were not
A cruel, twisted nightmare.
I deserve better
Than this.

I dreamed of a storm.
It waited on the edge of the sky,
Dark and intimidated,
And struck when I least expected it.

I ran, but the sky threw stones,
That chased me into my home.
The ceiling collapsed,
Thank God I’m alone

The silence of a night bus,
The artificial glow reveals everything.
We are the ‘ugly’ of this city.

I painted hope on my face,
On the backs of my hands,
On my eyelids.

Don’t let me forget.

It’s supposed to hurt.
This ache, this breaking feeling,
It just means I really do love you.

“I’ll be okay.”
I whisper it against the wind’s lips.
It bites back.

Snow fell slowly,
It was ***** grey, like the sky,
Bitter cold where it met my tears,
Biting at my cheeks.

To me, with my heart in ruins,
It looked less like snow,
And more like ash.

God I’m going to miss you.