Bright eyes that see colors everywhere rather than a drab monochromatic view  of the world

A nose that can appreciate good Scotch and night-blooming jasmine, at the same time

Ears that can hear Mozart and Queen, a cascading waterfall, and the click-click of a puppy’s paws

A mouth that can open wide to condemn evil but stay tightly shut when listening to a friend

in the moonlight your skin shines
it turns melanin tones
to a shade of beautiful blue
in the moonlight
you're something new
let negativity flee
in the moonlight
feel and be free

a weird state of the in between
not exactly sad
but not exactly any emotion
I feel weird
no way to describe it
if I told you of this feeling, would you ever care?
is it worth me to even dare tell you?
fear of being thought of as crazy
express it or suppress it
the in between

one good morning text
20 lovely words
unexpected each time
but greatly adored
a smile in class  
a pull of a heart string  
the infamous good morning text

You told me to move on,
So I am,
Just like you say you have, too.

In fact,
I don’t think I even love you anymore.
I can’t love a person who hurt me the way you did,
And I have every right to feel that way.

I loved the person I made you out to be,
And you are anything but him.

You are a liar,

You are a cheater,

And you are a fool.

You never deserved me.

The candle flickered the way his eyes had done that night.
A slight interruption in a stillness, composed of perpetual motions.

I found him there, where certainty ends and surrender begins;
a space we created together but on our own.

Sovereignty in our togetherness saw fear dissipate with pride
when he held out his hand that night.