our love flows free
our love falls

our love drips
our love drops

our love crashes
like an insurgent sea of wet love
some days too weak to keep us afloat
some days strong enough to wash away cities

some days flowing from my eyes and rolling onto my cheeks
falling onto my shirt and staining it with regret

some days flowing from my heart
traveling to my eyes

blinding them with lies and empty promises

the gardener

skipping to a solemn beat
swaying down the row
crouching down, and watching seeing everyone grow
crying silent tears
and nurturing all,
all except one

untiring, yet wondering when life will be done
gardener gardener
you’ve helped me grow
showing me how change is good
“like this, like so”
gardener gardener
when will you sprout
when all your little seedlings are watered, grown and out?
it may be too late
you’ve missed your chance at your ideal fate
collecting all your dreams,
and shoving them into a crate
for now winter has come,
and you’ll have to wait.

-l.r

I didn’t ask for your “constructive criticism”

but you don’t care

Your words leave me stuck in a bitter prism

Just me, no one else is there

I’m alone with words

They bounce around creating whirlwinds of trouble and love

trouble and love
you’ve caged my dove
with your unsolicited advice

little bits of self love that were slowly gravitating towards each other
now scatter away like mice
-L.R

it was an accident
but his hand was warm on my skin
he has branded me
my soul in color again
burning bright
stinging like a *****
-l.r

They’d waited too long to say

“I love you”.

3 words. 3 syllables.

Yet they held millions of emotions unspoken.

and now that they’d done it, they wouldn’t,
couldn’t, stop

they told each other all the time. In the end of the argument and before the good news.

In the middle of the storm, even though it was hard to see, and after, when the raging winds had settled on a breeze

before the rising sun turned the sky pretty colors and after it flickered out and faded away into the dark

Underneath the stars that their love had been etched into

There was no love until death for them. Because it would never stop. Their love was beyond. It rose above any border that would dare to try and stop it. There was no finish line

because they were each other’s end game.  
-L.R

I thought we were forever because we shone like the moon. But the moon goes away whenever the sun tells it to, and eventually, hearts sing different tunes.

-l.r