I am tired
of placing my heart
in places
where it should
not
be

everything of
me was choir-song

every bolt of
air,
every summer
moon,
every drop of
cooling rain,

in spring i
melted like
a hedgerow,
in gold and
sky-bronze,

in summer i
gathered the sky
to my branches
green with shadows
of longing,

in autumn i trembled
downwards like a
girl unwinding her
hair,

and in winter i froze
on the doorstep
all black branch
and cold
rigging on
a barren ship,

everything of me
was choir-song and
i had the most
beautiful
purple throat,

i was a soft
melody of love
on a strange
moody day.

I am a warrior.
Stronger than her demons.
Braver than the darkness.

Someone tol(d) me:
"feel the love
from your (a)ccomplishme(n)ts
versus the love from humans
(i)t's way mor(e) satisfying, (l)ovely"

Today,
I thank you

"Having someone doesn't mean ****"

"The loneliness doesn't go away with someone sitting next to you"

"If someone says they 'love you' it doesnt make you love yourself"

I sold my soul
to poetry
because the devil
rejected it
he told me
"it's too fiery for hell
it'll do better
melting hearts"

I have been
studying
the language of thuds
till a sailor
heard my heart
and deciphered
its tone

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Dated memories
date back
to dates
I want to date
some erase
and scotch you
in between to recreate
new dates in old dates