I’m dying for a lover
and a good night’s sleep
but I’ll settle for a song
and some CBD

My words became
knives.
A paragraph,
a sword.
And when I
made
my first speech,
the room
                was
                        hit
                             with
                                            a
                                                    grenade.

I fell in love with
words not yet created and
wrote a story my own way.

she was the moon
radiating the night sky
and dancing among the stars

you were the darkness
the shadow that waxed and waned
through the phases of her life

she grew to believe
that your presence
is what made her whole

but like the full moon
she shone brightest
without you


x.

Across the dandelion
Where wine sprout out like daisy.
There I came searching for you.
Like winter,
So you came.
How can I love you
My moon and stars!

i tried to write about it,
i thought it would help.
but i found myself
four lines
and
two
stanzas
in -

and I was already shaking