there is no us anymore
i wish i could go back to the times
that us existed
but without u
us won’t exist
and without me
us will be broken
trust
heart
all smashed to million pieces
broken
picking up those pieces
stitching them back
to the right places
hoping that they won’t leave a scar
hoping that it would look the same
hoping that u would come back

you met a girl who
cried raindrops,
tasted of champagne and regret but
oh did she love so hard
i never got a chance to feel how soft she could be
i was too busy drinking in her mahogany eyes and
lightly tanned skin-- by the gallon, gulping
trying to get air in between sips like
an aged merlot she was
timelessly magnificent.
i swear to you
she had the sun within her,
could shine so bright but
a single cloud could wash it all away,
dim her, shroud her
in stringy clouds of despair i swear
i would've done anything
to burn away those clouds.
-a.c.b

a little liquid courage
and foreign places
i dabbled in the art
of being flirtatious
slip on my sun dress
and smile wide
friendly introductions
and darting eyes
this feels like a game
and i'm a tease
but at the end of the night
let's have fun, won't you please

s.s

reality is funny
allowing our minds to swim
into storms of our dreams
just to shake our hearts
with thunder

our Love starts to flow
bursting from under
all we could have been
with them

and as soon as we begin
to summon our whim
it’s pulled out from under
our feet

and it feels like it all
could be falling apart
in the ocean they left
that keeps *******
our heart

but then we remember
that we have a choice
an option to own
in the depths of
our bones

that we don’t have to drown
in the leftover uncertainty
that we don’t have to sink
in the unknown
they loaned

because we were gifted
our own four limbs
and born with the skin
to swim out
alone

i’ve always loved the rain.
but today was different.
today the rain wasn’t hydrating me,
the rain was drowning me.
poundingpoundingpounding
so hard yet
i couldn’t get up,
just laid there under a smoky sky
a monotone grey
letting the raindrops hit me,
one by one a pinprick
a sting
of the cold water on my bare stomach.
i couldn’t speak, couldn’t move,
couldn’t breathe,
yet at least it reminded me
i am still alive.
-a.c.b

look at the mountains. the way the clouds seem to kiss the peaks. and the way the flowers curl their leaves in envy. look. look at the way the stream reluctantly snakes its way down the side. and the lily pads cry to stay. don't you see. the stars dancing with the moon and the windblown ***** of our tent. look how the mountains spell love.
                                                       -love is how we see the world in ourselves