i love the way that trees
dance in the wind
every little branch swaying
to the song of a different tune
every wooden limb letting go
of the leaves they carried
once nurtured, grown, & cared for
now flying away
with the rhythm of the breeze

the days got better
little by little
until i started to feel like
sunshine

i wanna be high,
ascend to the sky,
climb to the top & then take a dive.
fall like a star while the world watches by.
im just a bird who never learned to fly.

i never thought your words
could be so incendiary,
and ignite in me the person
who I’ve never had to face.
the one who always hides her face.
the one who cowers away
from the spotlight of your inward gaze.
but you sir, have shifted me
if ever so slightly.
and i do believe now
that the person you see
is the person i was meant to be.

nicotine gets me high
an electrifying rush
shaky feeling in my limbs
that i just can’t get enough
i’m not sure if i like it
but i keep taking puffs
and littering my lungs
with cigarette butts

my best friend is my right hand guy.
tending my needs
sharing bad dreams
catching post traumatic tears.
anytime,
every time,
except when he’s beneath me
my thighs sandwiching his ears.

my best friend is the guy on my right.
shoulder to lean on
always by my side
like honey to a bear.
anywhere,
everywhere,
especially when we’re driving
seeing that my eyes are the better pair.

my best friend will always be the right guy.
tried and truest
whatever’s ahead
in my corner he stands.
there will never be anyone,
or anything,
that will ever hold a candle,
a flame,
or an everlasting blaze
to my right-hand man.