sing me your inspiration,
so that words may blossom
through the rings of the tree
in my paper.

gift me your passions,
so that pathways may carve
through inked rivers
and graphite daydreams.

paint me your love,
so that I may palette
your rainbow
and color my canvas

with my favorite colors of you.

the soft pink
of the inside of your lips,
and the offset grey
haloed through your eyelashes.

tiger lily freckles framed
by sweet peach
and wallflower blushes.

rainfall wrists
and dutch cocoa silk.

all my canvas needs
are the colors of you.

He cried like rain
And screamed like thunder

And I

I was a quiet river deafened by his storms

i have nothing to say
right now, today
which is strange
because typically,
i never shut up

but today feels just...
i dont know
it feels like it should be quiet
it feels like today
we deserve some silence.

i laugh at the irony
that love broke my heart.