The wind is picking up again;
we're in the middle of a hurricane
and it's easier to build a wall and defend
ourselves at the first sign of pain

but you put me on the fence,
forcing me to choose,
not what makes sense
but what I'm afraid to lose.

Hand in hand,
interlaced,
your sweet neck
hides my face.
This is where
I feel safe.

02.09.19

call me a fool, but I truly believe
that if I do not pour every drop
of emotion from my being
into the dirt of this world then
I will never know if any thing
was meant to grow.

there are hidden, thirsty
seeds between the blades
of grass begging for what
I shared with those already
bloomed.

dear Father, now I see.

02.04.19

box up your good intentions, wrap & place beneath the tree.
although I see the tag, I’ll still ask if they’re for me.
I don’t want it to be this way,
often wondering if we’re okay,
but I can’t let myself fall victim to how things used to be.

you're this patient, painted portrait & if there’s any thing you know
it’s that this world will crash by moving fast, which is why you take it slow.
well you can thank all the dudes before ya
who helped create this paranoia
that interest doesn’t truly exist unless the public gets a show.

so I’ll write my past out to you with my heart on the last line.
I’ve blossomed from that darkness yet I’m still afraid to shine.
I’m not trying to be complicated,
but the way I’m easily captivated
leaves room for me to see the truth & still be completely blind.

12.11.18

your scent is my perfume,
trapped inside my room.
I’m intoxicated for the first time,
won’t sober up any time soon.

no complaints.

12.05.18

I’ve danced with fire too many times,
these scars mirror the different lines
I’ve crossed when I should stayed on my side.

You’ve been burned, too, I can see
your flames flicker brilliantly.
There are some things your brown eyes can’t hide.

Soon our steps will get in sync.
We will start to know more than we think,
feel more confident with embers than our pride.

Soon the walls will disappear
along with every spark of potential fear;
charred marks decorate memories, unsatisfied

by the hope that soon magnified.

11.23.18

How wonderful it is to find arms in which you belong!
Could my fears be self made by the world and he also finds home in my embrace?

11.08.18

You highlight every imperfection
and take away my individuality,
but if I’m so replaceable then,
Darlin, let me pack my bags and leave.

You were my rock, my favorite lesson,
you became part of my identity,
but life has more to offer me than
your name and false stability.

Even when I meet your expectations,
you find shame in my abilities,
as if I served you with hesitation,
in a cause that I no longer believe.

Your damage will one day turn to blessing,
despite the negativity,
that overpowers a positive message
that almost became a part of me.

11.03.18