Perhaps love is just a small raft keeping us from drowning in the waters of life.

I am exhausted, weak. I cling to you.

The waves push me around, sometimes crash over me.

But my head is above water.

And I can breathe.

For now, that is enough.

When I was a little girl
poems had to rhyme
they had to follow a certain pace
like a song follows time

But now, as I grow older
I'm finding that poetry tells a story
My story, yours, hers, his
Poetry... tells. someone's. story.

When I was a little girl
a good poem
meant it moved you
.
but
.
I struggled to find the words
that made me sound fancy
and smart

When I was a little girl
poetry was a form of art
but I didn't understand it,
I just wanted to write

Now I hope to encourage little girls
to just write what they feel
because somewhere out there
someone feels the same way
and they'll be happy you put it down
they'll be glad to know they aren't alone

and you'll know you aren't alone either

my fingers around the mug                        
                                    ­i imagine your neck
steam fogs over my glasses                        
                                       i imagine your breath
heat rushes to my face                                
                                         i imagine your warmth
a sip of hot green tea                                  
                                  i imagine your lips

all these mingling with mine
whenever i drink
a cup of you

My biggest supporter
My rock when I could not stand
My sun when I was grey
My joy when I was sad
My love when I forgot how
Three years you've been gone now
And it still feels like it was just yesterday

I want to smother your lips

with my own,

to kiss you so hard

your lungs beg for air,

and spots dance in your vision

like fireworks on the Fourth.


I want you to forget.

Forget your name

and where you came from

because in that moment

it will only be

us.