it is a challenge to remember
there are good people among us.
but it is so much easier remembering
with a reminder right beside you
taking the form of a beautiful soul.

i was so afraid
of what i had concocted,
i did not see what was there.
rose colored glasses,
but backwards.

his eyes are half shut
and the room is dark.
hands gently resting upon
the curve of a waist, a belly.
this is what a home looks like.
those beautiful brown eyes.

quickly losing interest
in being alive
stardust fizzling out
melted butter

he is not the same
as the ones that hurt you.
so why convince yourself
to run from something beautiful
when it has only just begun?

we spent a lot of time on us
only to find it was wasted
like buying binge food
and purging it into the toilet.

you act like you care
now that i push you away.
i ask for space
and you gravitate towards me.

i feel hollow
like my empty stomach
but i like it
maybe you will like it too.

i’m at this threshold,
dealing with so many unnecessary obstacles.

i’m letting all of them hold me back
because it is easier to be a victim
than a victor.