happiness feels toxic.

You kissed me softly in the rain,
then laughed gently into my mouth.
It tasted like Spring.

why should I apologize
for being a monster
when no one apologized
for turning me into one

Oh...
Oh how I wish...
I had been a longer chapter in the story of your life.

I pen a poem
about
a beautiful
flower,
and think that maybe
it is about a woman instead.

in disgust,
i throw it away.

not that i hate her,
the contrary,
but to me,
it seems,
a flower cannot be a flower
and a woman
cannot be a woman.