Every time you leave me it hurts more hurts more hurts like a hammer on my shins, the very definition of shambles. I almost told you to come back and I'm so glad I didn't.
I'm in love with you, though, so I hope you come back on your own.
The way it looks like the clouds are Reaching down to Earth I love the way the rain makes my dress Cling to my chest When it lands on the curve of my lip
I run into the howling wind Howling against the wind and rain Lungs louder than a wolf
Wind tugging on my long blonde hair Rain mixing with my laughter I throw my head back to smile at sky Liquid cloud trailing down my neck Watering the blooming trees in my skin
I feel so alive and fresh
I'm really bipolar with my emotions and writing sometimes SORRY
******* i know i have definitely given you more than you probably deserve but i am somehow still never enough never enough never enough never enough never
ask your blood your limbs, your breathing feet what Poetry is - a phylogenetic anomaly in light’s discontinuity
or just… the strange yearning of hematopoiesis
ask the silence in your lungs the bursting DNA, reinterpreted how it allures memory inside your bones how it treads conventions of sleep with the weight of a sigh
if you ask me what Poetry is I’d say: breath calligraphy a winged dream of depth on enchanted retina the bitter-sweet art of airy harmony
ask your hands what Poetry is perhaps they’ll take a moment to bloom