your words get lost in the
tangled web of my hair
sticky wet from tears and sea

just pull lightly and slowly
on the thread, it’s satisfying
to feel the unraveling - thoughts
flow like a lazy river, slowly pulling us
along - the threads of our covering
disappear as we swim, bound
by the shorelines, loosed
in a current between

Whoever said,
"Time heals all wounds,"
has never been in love.

Or watched as someone you held so dear
walked away from you in fear.
Not in fear of you,
but in fear of being loved by you.

They've never felt someone's hand in theirs,
and realized they'd do anything to protect that person.
And true heartbreak is knowing they don't feel the same.

She wants to love intimately
To feel a mess of hands
Run up and down her back, thighs
And through her hair.
She wants to feel hands rise up
Her shirt and cup her *******
To feel at home in the arms of
Someone new

And yet she lays so very still
Alone in the early hours
With a red face and dry eyes
There is no one by her side
And her thoughts overrun her

She wants to love intimately
And yet she no longer knows
What to feel
No experience, no expectations
Just a mess of hair
And bedsheets
As she lays alone in the dark

(2/21/17 || 12:24 AM)

the sun is exfoliating
my skin for you.

just give me a minute,
my love.

i am shedding the dry
past away.

“do you still love me?”,
i asked.

and i waited for minutes,
for hours,
for days,
every moments,
and i received nothing
but silence.

i should have known,
the absence of his words,
is the answer.

I licked the blood
from my mental
turned it into wine