you will never understand the gravity of your words.
your intentions out of pure lust
and mine, out of pure love.

-a.

I am blooming,
into a human.

And it's consuming
I feel ruined.

I am just doing
what everyone else is doing.

Or is it truly
that insecurity is looming
overhead and I'm stewing
a girl with potential
for brewing
potions of resentment
and wrong doings.
I guess it is just me
that I am *******.
Whatever it means,
I'm through pursuing
these fruitless things
I keep doing.

Today I am a cracked canoe floating atop a restless ocean

My map was caught in the furry of a wave and melted away
into papery sea foam that oozed
through my hopeful fingertips

I taste nothing but salt
every time the wind whimpers your name
but still, I paddle on
with quaking palms and knotted shoulders
I paddle on
until the wind sleeps soundly
in the embrace of yesterday,
I paddle on.

****.****.****.
what do you do when your water
has dried up?
What do you do when it isn't enough?
Don't I have other things than us?
Because I have been working.
Haven't I?
I have been dreaming...
haven't I?
Maybe I'm just not thinking
or am I?
There's a world in your eyes.
But what lies
within
mine?
I don't see time.
You feel sublime.
And frankly,
I am tired of my own rhymes.
I pray to the Divine.
And there's something I am doing,
or not doing,
right.
AND IT IS SOMETHING
I am scared
**I CANNOT FIND.