if only,
I could
teach my
heart to love
you like a friend

she is an old soul
not defined by her age
but by her wisdom.

perhaps
you forgot
that writers
adore broken
hearts.

my words
spill out
and somehow
i am still
writing
about you

I couldn’t
taste the
sweetness
of us anymore

She let her
dreams grow
wings

our emotions
are just like
wildfires sometimes
they have
the power to destroy
and consume us
yet sometimes
they have the
power to
rebuild worlds

as my book
slipped into
the river
i realised
it has its own
journey - as do I

they say
trust your
instincts yet
trusting you
with all of my heart
proved them all wrong

i am still
wondering if you
can love me
in every season
after so long

bittersweet storms
ocean blue tears
at least now
you and me
are equal

i cant love you
in seasons anymore

you are a lover of
the night

you see
what the day is
too shy to reveal

there were days
I danced with angels
and found poetry

I wrote sonnets
and wore us like jewellery
together, we were so
heavenly

We fell in love
in a city
built by the
gods

I spun
your lies
into gold

i think
my soul
knew you

before
i met you

We left Paris behind us,
shivering in
golden moonlight
and headed
for the east coast

somehow
every empty
promise
still had
me hoping
you could
change

you were
the harbour
and i was the
waning sea

our souls
were too
in sync
to be called
a mere
coincidence

And suddenly
the cosmos
appeared in his eyes
and I was just a star

I saw a glimpse
of what our
heaven could be

just
like wildflowers
blooming in the
setting sun

I cannot
control
how I choose to
grow

we were
the
waves
against
the outer
chaos

Because that’s
what happens
when you
love hard

you fear
just as much
to.

We were lost under
an athenian skyline
and for the first time
in forever
I didn’t want to be found.

Our love is a castle

and

I was your queen.

When I don’t have my journal,
you are the pages that listen to me
when I can’t find the song I need,
you are the perfect chord
to my inner melody.

You fell in love with the colours  

of a new city

yet you forgot

that a rainbow  

lives within me.

tarot has taught

me one thing,

the art of storytelling.

i have a love i would

travel oceans for.

success begins with self fufillment

i strayed from a conventional path
because i listened to the echo of my intution
i listened to its call
to be free
underneath
the
city sun

i was so caught up with my purpose
i missed every moment before me

my creativity is a never ending
energy source

       anytime it wavers- it must come back like a

boat out in the deep dark waters,
it must to return to shore

the power of rituals

harness me and him

into a bind

where time isn't a thing

and we suddenly become natural waves

against the outer chaos.

my imagination endlessly plays

like a old vinyl record

waiting to be felt.

soul prompts come to us

in thoughts and feelings,

we just aren't paying enough attention

listen to your sweet surrender

for there in the quiet places

you'll find your soul calling.

I stand at
the last divided capital in the world and it confuses me how the land I am from is still being owned by greed and discrimination
we sit at the cusp of the border and an elderly man sells us ice cream
I sit in your lap on the metal chairs,
admiring the history that lived before me
this man was watching knowing his life was in an echo of a torn country

complacency

he moved boxes around, cluttered in old ornaments and memory
the other side of us there were  children in a violin lesson
so unaware
of the wall
their parents wait for them in small conversations
an officer in blue parols with eyes that are hungry and glowing like a fox in the strangeness of night, preying,  feral, searching.

we went for coffee, i don't even like coffee
but i liked his grip around my waist and
the ten days he is here for like a cigarette
that burns out and he re lights again for comfort

we went for a walk and  the sun poked holes through the tree tops. we talked about education choices, then circulated our breathing back to
crisp
cool
delicate lungs

we went to sleep, on an old sofa bed,
piling duvets up on top of each other to sink into
i stay up too late and then i'm always the first to sleep
i wonder if he falls because i do

Every time
we are apart
I learn how to be alone
again

I am thankful for
slow sunny days
repairing my
independence

just so I can
pretend I am ok
with missing you

he was a mirror
for all the inner work
i did

I am your 3am star that you see from your window sill

In your daylight slumber,

I am what showers you in curiosity

And wonder

Filled of days with you

So beautifully mastered

I am yours

The houses here are like miniature towns,
their walls are crumbled and ruined
and our eyes float up to the signs
above the car windscreen,
he said i make him see everything
differently, its like having a new set of eyes

with the lights that glide down the front of the beach,
we drive and stay up too late
i am still adjusting to
the difference in sea air  and
the confusing
culture change
but this feels real

we take your car out
cruising away
into a night time lullaby

i wrote about us

as the sun and the moon

to understand

intangible forms of distance

honey drenched sun

fallen across his eyes

he lost his rings

in the living room and i cradle this love

like a baby

soft, gentle

tender and i'm never letting it go