i met my seventh lover
seven months and
seven days
ago.
seven years
will pass
before his scent
sheds from my
skin
and seven lives
will have been lived
before i love
again.

sometimes i wonder
if the world i live in
is one i made up in my head
that exists only for me

and if that’s true
i don’t mind
because the world i’ve created
is filled with madness
but the best madness i’ve created for myself
is you

I hide beneath
the ocean's waves;
cursed to always be the tide,
never to be the moon.