I wonder if the Moon and the Sun
are so enamored with one another...
That if they were to both constantly appear in the sky,
neither would ever wish to set.

Or are they rather more like brother and sister?
Constantly vying for the spotlight
and for the attention of Mother Earth?

When the Moon appears in the sky of day,
does she wish to steal the show? 

Or simply long to see her lover,
before her kinsman arrive to settle in for nightfall,
joining hands to light up the sky
like a string of hundreds of thousands of chandeliers,
meticulously hung aloft the milky way?

Perhaps, the hues that bleed
across the stage at sunset,
are the spilled tears of the golden child.
Who must now cover her blushing face,
and bid adieu to the pearl
that ignites her life bearing flame.

why must I see you in every
corner, taste you in every breath.
is it not enough my heart is
haunted. must my mind be as well.

I fight to stand up to me, for me.
To one day uncover the bell jar.
To unlock the latch on the attic window,
and release the stale air
that drowns my thoughts
and suffocates my will.

No longer am I
to be my own iceberg.

you’re the type of person
who claims they like rainy weather,
but when they hear thunder
they run for cover

forgive me
for not warning you
that i was a storm

part of me
wants to burn all
of your things,
burn them one by one,
like i’m peeling off the layers
of my heart
that you bruised

instead,
they’re sitting in the attic
in a box labeled,
“don’t open”

The call of the ocean
has long echoed in my soul,
an ancient power that is turbulent,
haunting
and never fails to enchant.

Perhaps,
it is to blame
for why I allowed you
to drown me.

After all,
a shipwrecked mermaid
is quite the paradox,
but I had always told you
your eyes held
a beautiful sea storm.

i remember the first time your lips
touched mine, and how it felt like
the entire universe had just been
handed to me on your tongue