she’s as fake as snow in the state of california

the moon keeps me awake at night

she whispers earthly secrets to me

and the stars they laugh along

twinkling to the songs of the wind;

sweet lullabies suited for candy floss clouds.

the darkness is my true peace.

i stopped writing in hopes
that the inspiration would
fill me up like a tub;
warm water words
spilling over my rough edges,
escaping my aching bones.

daydream like you’re going
to live forever,
live like you’re going
to die tomorrow.

the rose petal writings
of a young girl;
sickeningly sweet,
light as air,
only to wither and
die.

even roses have thorns,
the beauty is in the irony.

the fog rolled in
and hovered over my city’s
streets.
the trees rustled with
chilled winds that bit skin
harshly.
the moon whispered it’s
secrets to me and i
cried.
the loneliness crept in
sinking it’s teeth into my
bones.
the time has come
for me to leave home.
goodbye.