in the chilled autumn night
I speak of my dreams
exhaling passion
to permeate the ebony air
and fill the sky
with all I have ever wanted

I hope the stars
breathe in my whispers,
and weave my words
into a constellation
of ineffable beauty.

then,
in all my pragmatism
there would still be no choice
but to submit to divinity

cracked porcelain
timeless gold
kintsugi

no.
empty me slowly
drip drop
pitter patter
barren oasis
i’m just a desert
shhhh ssshhh
grain by grain
shhh sshh
******* away
water in cracked porcelain
drain me
then throw me away
sick of kintsugi
break me
don’t piece me together
just to salt my wounds
again

Does she know her petals
ignite admiration in the passerby?
Or does she only see
her prickly stem
thinking of her
thick thorns
her busy bush of leaves.

Her lovely scent
her lush red.
She admires other flowers
but she does not know
she is a rose.

my sky
I gaze up at you
like a bird with
clipped wings
I feel the wind
in my hair
I think of your
soft touch
and I wonder
if you envy
the breeze
that kisses my cheek
like I envy the clouds
who embrace in your blue

I have been waiting
to live

for so long.
I forget
I'm already here.

like the moon
I wait for the someone else’s light
to shine