Courage, a flower
In this; my time of winter
I wither away

it was soft tidal waves
it was the grass browning
  it was the last leaf falling
   the last breath
    it was winter
     it was pure
      it was beautiful
       it was free

when i gave up on me



but when you gave up on me

my veins screamed
and my heart burst too

cjw

I'm falling hard for a broken girl.
Her smile is a mess,
She never saw love before.
I tried to tell her that I love her,
She didn't believe me because I didn't have battle scars.
I love a broken girl.

We angled ourselves to face Lyra-
I turned repeatedly to him.
Hid in a blanket-cocoon we
beat a rhythm of fingertip-dreams.

We angled ourselves to face Lyra-
I turned repeatedly to him.
He rained prayers and promises;
a sky-full of stars fell down unseen.

We angled ourselves to face Lyra-
I turned one last time to him.
Pinned dead-butterfly colours
to his mouth, his tongue, his skin.

I told you, 'never!',
But you told me, that I should never say this,
Ever.

I wait for your words
as I wait for the dogwoods
in the spring,
and their buds to flower
chalky in the wild woods.

I like mundane little places,
Where I feel invisible,
Where I believe to see everything.