There is a peace in the morning
the lark singing, but only ever so gently for you
a clean mist that breathes life into the earth.

I wake up to catch the Dawn
like your name
so much magic in 30 minutes.

A kiss between the brows
a hazy lazy smile.
Morning coffee and freshly washed hair

I need not spend my life chasing heaven
it is all around me if i looked harder
even if i must wake from this fantasy.

if you promise me to stay here
until my tea ends,
I promise you ;
I'll take the last
sip at night.

The endless truth that

This world is painfully crude

My reality

Made possible by something

I do not wish for at all

I see you
I know how you are

People may seem to be other than what they truly are
But you are not

I understand your past
I understand your pain
I understand your mannerisms

I see you
Do you see me?

You can pretend
That the black gloss
On my lashes
Will glue my eyes shut-
Make me blind to truth;
To ‘true knowledge.’
Go ahead.
Tell yourself
That my red-painted lips
Only spout nonsense.
It will only make it sweeter
When my wing-lined eyes
Give you whiplash
as I walk past you
To get my degree;
My award;
My paycheck.
Maybe if you’re ‘nice’
I’ll buy you an ice pack.

I
Write
To Remember...
Or
To Forget...
Or
Both.