since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
- the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says

we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph

and death i think is no parenthesis.

Dear Younger Me,

We've shed many tears
Over all these years.

However, thats okay
We have had our good days.

You'll meet some great people along the way
We can never repay them


everything happens for a reason.
i promise.

Do not let anyone rob you of your peace and hope.

When will I ever be enough?**

It is a simple question.
Yet I'm filled with transgression.