i have many thoughts in my head
but cant seem to put them together
the only poem i am able to write
is one about my inability to write
a poem right now

She is not a prize but that does not mean you should not prize her
Keep her heart on the mantle but light a fire beneath it to keep her warm and kind
Don’t keep her hidden like a secret she has already been bottled up her whole life
Show her off like a lottery ticket it was nothing more than luck that brought her into your life
This was not your own doing and you will do well to remember that
Give her a place to hide when the sun is too bright and the wind is too loud
But don’t treat her like a caged animal she does not belong to you
She is a canvas but you are not the artist and you do not touch her without her written consent
The right to decorate her body with your fingerprints or your kisses does not belong to you
Keep your hand outstretched to her at all times
She knows herself better than you do and she will take it when she needs it
When she cries don’t stop her and when she smiles smile with her
These are honest forms of communication so listen when she talks to you
Never yell at her she doesn’t deserve that
Don’t treat her like a child anymore her parents did enough of that
If she falls asleep first she feels safe whatever you do hold on to that
She is already scared of the ways she can hurt herself she doesn’t need to be afraid of the ways you can hurt her
And whatever you do don’t give her a reason to leave
She might think you want her to
*~W.C.

you told me this summer
that everyone leaves you
so i kept my promise to stay
by your side
leaves started falling from the autumn trees
each time to remind me
how much you gave up on me
now its a faint winter
and im trying to to understand
how people can leave you
as fast as seasons change

I think i told myself
So many times
That silence is the answer
Because when i talked
Everything felt wrong
Only other voices spewing misunderstanding
I believed talking was a weapon used for destruction
That my silence will create a bridge
But i was wrong
The words that spilled, flowed softly
Who listened  
To what i had to say
My tongue is my creation to share
I speak words of empowerment
I speak to create