I was always more of an autumn girl, there was something so poetic about watching the leaves fall, maybe that's why I always hated spring. But then you appeared, on that hot april night. So full of leaves. You told me I was an unbloomed flower. So you water me with laughs and sweet words, in a couple of days I started blooming. And then I understood how wonderful spring was.
I now see flowers so differently and with so much respect, because it is so hard to bloom in the time we live in, we are so full of toxic people and words that stick to us like poison ivy, yet you made it look so easy for me.
you told me that I should bloom like a wildflower, no matter the place, no matter the season, no matter the circumstances, you have the ability to brighten up someone's path.

(b.c.)

loneliness is disquieting
it is an isolated battle
between you and the world
yet all you see
is a crowd
full of uninterested people
unaware of your war

an eclipse,
a magical yet temporal event,
where the sun and the moon collide,
but it is temporal,
it lasts long enough for them
to realize they do not
belong together.
and we were an eclipse;
you were the sun,
and I was the moon,
when we collided
we created art
                            but
                           ­           we
                                              we­re
                                                       temporal

                                                     ­                        (b.c.)

i told you not to kiss me
because your blood was full of alcohol,
and you couldn't think straight.

i told you not to kiss me
because I was intoxicated with feelings
and I wanted to kiss you as well.

i told you not to kiss me
but you whispered things.
and we got closer,
so close, that for a second,
i thought we were a single person

i told you not to kiss me
because when our lips met
and our hands touched
there was no other place that felt like home,
than you

and now your kiss is inked in my bones,
and my lips carry your name.

i told you not to kiss me.

even though the air wasn’t real,
you made it feel as if I was breathing.

you left words that felt like glass,
but they were plastic.

I still wonder why would you make me feel
like gold,
when for you I was just something
that  shined.

there was no air in the room,
but somehow,
he made her breathe
                 (b.c)

late at night you can hear them clear
the voices in me
saying that you need to fear.

clean up the mess
they said
and you need to hurry.

you have a knife in your hand
and you hide it rapidly
you didn't want them to worry.

you're writing your story
this is only the first page
don't let them win
we all want you to stay safe.

what have you done darling?
you're hurting yourself.

I should call my mind yours
because you’re always in it

you are not just a thought
that eventually wanders in my brain

you are my silence
and you are my noises

it’s 2 am and I’m trying to sleep
but all I have is you
all the memories that you carefully inked
into my mind

I miss you
but I miss your voice even more
I miss how your vocal cords
beautifully pronounced my name

I need to see you
in the light that the moon radiated you with
on that October night

you are one person
but you are the only one
that made me feel everything
and perhaps for people it was nothing
but for us
it was love

                                             -b.c