People say me and my sisters are so much alike,
And that's because we are made of the same blooming flowers,
We were grown in dry soil with no one to tend to us but ourselves and each other.
We learned long ago how to water ourselves and how to pluck the weeds out from around each other,
We are forever growing together pushing the others forward.
We rejoice in the rain,
And blow camly in the winds.
People say me and my sisters are so much alike,
And that's because we are the same blooming flowers
-we were homegrown

i held my heart in my hand, as if touching it could seal the shattered pieces and warm all the parts you left cold.

“I don't want you” I say looking into the mirror.
And I don't know if i'm saying it to myself,
Or the places you left yourself lingering on me.

during my worst times
on the park benches
in the jails
or living with
******
I always had this certain
contentment-
I wouldn't call it
happiness-
it was more of an inner
balance
that settled for
whatever was occuring
and it helped in the
factories
and when relationships
went wrong
with the
girls.
it helped
through the
wars and the
hangovers
the backalley fights
the
hospitals.
to awaken in a cheap room
in a strange city and
pull up the shade-
this was the craziest kind of
contentment

and to walk across the floor
to an old dresser with a
cracked mirror-
see myself, ugly,
grinning at it all.
what matters most is
how well you
walk through the
fire.

You deceived me with your charming smile,
I mistook the devious glint in your eye for infatuation,
I ate up every promise of adventure.
I carved my marks into the plains of your back,
I soaked up every flavour your body had to offer with my lips.
I wrote you a thousand letters,
Then burned them hoping somehow the wind would give you my message.

I did not leave you
like you were nothing.
Do not be mistaken.
I left you because the longer I stayed
the more I felt like nothing.

You remind me of a grapefruit,
Sour, but still sweet