I made a new friend,
Though old she may be.

Spotting her at the end,
I invited her for tea.

Sitting with me for a moment.
My worries became obsolete.

Her sting so potent.
It made everything sweet.

why did you come back?

why did you write poems along my inner thighs and trail your fingertips along my spine as if i were your favorite book if you had no intentions of staying?

why fill my heart with liquid sunsets and my eyes with the most extraordinary constellations if you weren't going to stay awhile and admire the beauty of the affect you have on me?

why did you whisper "i love you", read my favorite poems, and cause flowers to grow deep within my rib cage?

why come back and make me feel as if everything was alright?
that this, this was our second chance and that you and i were the beginning of something beautiful

why strip me to the bone and see me at my most vulnerable when you were just going to rip the flowers from my rib cage to give to her?

why come back if it was her the entire time?

She said
you are enough. you are loved.
You are
So much of what you fear can
Never be.

She said
There are no mirrors I can
Hold up
For perception once skewed see all
mirrors spotted

Your eyes.
So fickle and short sighted
That you
Can’t see what lays before you
Or just beyond.

A blindness
To all that is beautiful.
You **** hope
Before it may give you
Another chance.

it hurts
when I talk about
my insecurities and feelings,
but I still do.
I shouldn't have to hide them,
should I?
but when I do open up
you act like they were a joke.
Hahaha,
ain't no fun.

they say you should
stick around the ones
that care for you
and put you first,
but what if you don't have
any of those?
what if you love too deeply
but not a single soul
seems to feel the same about you?

I don't know what happens
inside me.
It's all fine
but in a second
it ain't anymore.
A "little" unsteady.
I just feel too much happiness
or too much sadness
or nothing at all