you're my empty canvas

i will paint my love , all over you

with all the reds

and all the blues

she used to ask me to leave bruises on her neck

and then asked me to arrange her hair to hide them.

there was a silence

his words (or lack thereof)


like an unresolved chord


so minor

yet so major

and i did not desert you
at least i never meant to
you just told me i need to love myself first
and i haven't gotten there quite yet

It's always heavy holding onto toxic homes

Whether they are the walls you grew up in
Or the arms of a lover

Whether you've lived there for years
Or found comfort for months

A home can become
a battleground.

And i pray you know the difference.

I met her one day when her hair was green
she reminded me of a forest i would want
to get lost in.

The next month she dyed her hair black. I wanted to get lost in the darkness.

The next month she dyed her hair blue ,
I wanted to swim in her sea

The next month she dyed her hair yellow.

I called her my sunshine.

the fact that i have only encountered her once
and now she's filling my entire repertoire
makes me seem a bit insane

it wasn't love at first sight , that couldn't be
i don't even know her name

but the way she carried herself so softly
the way we talked, yet short ,
gave me reason to believe that i must find her again
and i must tell her that our small encounter
yet month's ago
won't leave my ******* head