They say Perfect doesn’t exist,
I think I found it.
It’s late nights, long drives,
Staring at his smile.
As he makes me fall harder and harder.
Perfect is spilling food on my clothes and licking it off as we laugh.
I found Perfect.

He is Perfect.

everyone has once loved a dandelion
unknowing that it’s a ****.

the face that i make when i ugly laugh
learning to love the time i can’t get back

the new place that i get to call my home
finding empowerment doing it on my own

the whistle in my step on a brand new day
have all got me feeling some kind of way...

happier

On the last day of love
I filled my bath
With warm waves,
Sprinkled rose petals
And salt,
And soaked my lonely heart
Until it blistered,
Softened,
Lamenting
A song
Of resilience