Elderberry drinks

Soft footsteps
Emerald green rug
Ornate.

Roasted garlic caramelized
Subtle and buttery
Once pungent and sharp

Flowers as centerpieces
Tulips emblematic of spring
Rebirth

Yet. I’m stuck sipping
On this drink
Thinking of you

And the joints of the floorboards
Rubbing together

She is lovely
like apricot juice-
sweet and ****

delicate
like ripe fruit

I have learned to love myself
Without You
I deserve a
Standing ovation

She’s raw
Unfiltered

Like the joint
She holds between her fingers

She looks at him
"Get my ******* out of your mouth"
I'm not your ******* mom

i wish you knew your worth

After all this time I never knew

You are your biggest enemy
I remained silent-
Invulnerable

With no one to prey on
No one to mask your insecurities
You tore yourself down

And I remained silent

Boy
Attachment is not love

I was choking under your grasp
Soaking me in guilt and past lives.

Plucking away my ultimate freedom.

Showering me with love. Until your words take me elsewhere.
*******.
I like being dominate

Let me go.

He asked
Why are you up so late

I said
Writing poems about you
My love

i can’t wait to
live the life i’ve always wanted
with you

I see your eyes
wondering my body

don't take me lightly-

Take me like the heart break
I really was

The best things come out of the red.
Blue.
Like your eyes

Sometimes you need to
Take a step back and
ask yourself
How does this person benefit me

I'm a soft woman.

flowers in her hand
in a silk dress
that slips over her shoulders with
grace
barefoot
running through fields
with delicacy
she is so free

girl
where are you going
come back to me-

she is too free

I am my Storm.
I am my Sun.

overthinking is the key
to destruction
and i have demolished cities

The more you search for love
The more you're not going to find it

you remind me
that were all
human

He lay, slumber, neck perched against the wooden desk covered in a sage silky cloth. Teeth rested against his bottom lips. Through the gap between his teeth is a low-pitched breathing, like a tea kettle finishing its brew in the rhythm of the rise and fall of his stomach. While his thick eyebrows resemble their origin contradicting to the bristly stubble on his head, parading his full cheeks that melt into his quivering chin. His thighs represent the one’s of his mothers with natural aging much to evident for such a young child. His stomach exhibited its roundness, open to the still air.

i'm sorry
i gave all my love away

Allow yourself to feel,

just feel.

Irish temper
Get the hell out of my kitchen

Once abandoned baby
Coo.

Don’t come back-

Gone.
Gone?
Yes, gone.

Ginger hair becomes white
White, white

I hope my hair looks like yours,
when I’m older

I felt so much
Comfort
In the Arms
That broke my heart

He said, you are so beautiful
I never wanted to kiss someone more
Those words wrap around me like English ivy
Piercing through the cracks in my worth

Engrossed in the soft freckles on your nose
Kisses from angels
Protection from all else.

I don't want to fall in love again

You have the whole world
in front of you

grow

Strut, with swollen feet
Walking on America Street

Sirens
Blue, Red
Red and Blue

Held at gunpoint
Please, don’t make any quick movements
Wince, I looked away.

Old friend
Why didn’t-
No why didn’t you stay
I thought you married her, her blond hair, and soft eyes
Why didn’t she stay

Red curly afro hair,
She is not your age

Why didn’t you give me the time of day?

Oh well,
Walking on America Street

I’m going to Florence Italy,
You tell me it takes a special kind of woman-

How was your life
I will spend most of mine,
In my shallow skin, and
depths of my mind.

Hating that I left

Hello again-

i watch the ducks
fly
into the sky
with bodies
so small
yet voices
so loud
oil feathers
in glistening water
joining together

So young but
the world chewed you up
To see the depths of grey
A boy could bear
Layer after
Layer after
Layer after
After.

I am so tired
of fighting with
my own mind

I'm so afraid I won't find anyone

how old are you-
so young
my dear-
relax

and delete tinder

i am so scared
you won't like how i've changed

I got high in poetry class today.

When she walks in the room
She commands attention
not purposely
Naturally
So strong

So encapsulating
In her presence  

With
Beautiful blue eyes

Break me down
Soak me
Until I drown
In the subtle aroma of cigarette smoke
Break me down
Until it feels like home

Dim and grey
Break me down

Blood and toil on dirt.
Dirt to gravel.

Land of the free.
I started dancing on marble.
And its sweet land of privilege.

I cannot wait to
Love someone
In my own skin

You used to be my sun
I needed you to grow

Now
I am my sun,
and I’ve outgrown you.

Cinnamon tea and orange peels,
Aroma of citrus and spice fill the kitchen,
Deutsch cinnamon to be exact
Less delicate, deeper sweetness

Quills of cinnamon, steep into my teacup
A spike of apple moonshine,
Coating my throat with warmth

You would say
As kids, I remember my dad giving us whiskey when we were sick.

College,
Yesterdays, bottles of brandy
Today’s tomcat
Cinnamon tea, garnished with an orange peel
Soothing as honey,

I miss you.

You are the equivalent to
A warm blanket pulled out of the dryer, wrapped around my cheeks.

skin on skin

i miss your touch

If you still read my poems, read this one

I’m going to lay it all on the line

The same way children do when speaking bluntly to strangers, and their mothers have to apologize on their behalf. Although I’m not apologizing.

I think I’m bisexual
I’d never tell you
I’m too afraid you'll never want me back
Like a malignant tumor that you want to make sure is
dead and gone and gone and gone again.

But,
when the sky’s drippy yoke rises over the horizon
You’re on my mind,

i’m living the live i always wanted to live
yet i feel so empty

The world is growing inside me
A flower so pure and raw
Blooming
I am the sun-

The sky becomes grey
Withering, my flower becomes
Somber
I am the storm-

I forced the seasons to change

I am the sun
I am the storm

Elderflower drinks
Subtle pear, with a hint of *****.

Soft footsteps,
Joints of the floorboards rub together, under
emerald, green rugs
Ornate.

Roasted garlic, caramelized
Bulbs, once pungent and sharp
A recipe for failed relationships.
Become mellow and buttery

Flowers as centerpieces
Tulips emblematic of spring
Rebirth

Licking the sugar off the rim,
As the ***** catches up to me,

I’m sorry I missed your Birthday.

there are so many bullet holes through the
heart on my sleeve

I like making honey focaccia
That’s right honey and bread

Kissing the freckles on your nose
Between the rise and fall of the yeast

Subtly sweet taste with

Oil and balsamic
A match made in heaven

Like your lips against my skin