I settle for less
Because less is more
Right?

Your thoughts beautifully flower within the walls of your mind.
Affixed with thorns, I am nervous to touch them.
Fearful of a rose drawing blood,
I carefully survey the complexities that rage between your ears.

Yet, to uncover the exact meaning of the intricacies,
In your garden of speculations,
I must involve my own opinions and perspective.

But how am I to find myself,
While I am buried beneath the dirt of your living.

You dug your claws,
Into my pale flesh.
No scream escaped my lips.
My eyes,
Grazed over your talons.
I never saw nails,
So sharp and long.

The blood gushing down my arm,
Was a beautiful scarlet red.
Mesmerized,
I looked up at you.

Over time,
The blood dried;
The initial wonder,
Disappeared.

Day after day,
I stared at your nails,
Buried deep in my arm.
An infection brewed,
It dawned that they,
Must be removed.

I tried ripping one out,
While your back was turned.
You instinctively shoved it deeper.
Wincing in pain,
Frustrated,
Rage boiled inside me.

Extracting them from my flesh,
Sent searing waves of pain,
Throughout my body.
The grip of the very last one,
Seemed insurmountable.

The gouges healed,
Scars remain.
Some days,
A wound reopens,
And I find a piece,
Of your nail,
Thriving beneath my skin.

But when I see one,
I rip it out,
And burn it.

maybe I wanted to be like all the butterflies,
flying above you in circles,
observing you,
touching you gently with my wings.
somehow pointless in your eyes,
but beautiful.
and maybe I wanted to struggle
with the fact that you were the
most beautiful thing in this
world and no words from
my butterfly mouth could ever
express that.
and maybe my wings
would take me away and you
would turn your gaze to me,
observing Me.
a simple butterfly,
out- of -this- world -beautiful.
with the strong desire,
to give you all of her,
sharing her pure butterfly soul
with a girl
with long dark hair and blue eyes,
observing butterflies, and
thinking of you.

when the moon
takes place
on the night sky
I instantly think of you.
maybe because your surface
seem so light,
like a magical
shine all over you.
but the thing is
I know inside that
bright moon,
there is so much
bleeding scars
from the past. from
a time in your life
when everything
was supposed to be
all magical free.
a simple star
can probably not
take all that away.
but a star always
makes the sky
prettier,
less lonely.
the lost star and the moon.
maybe we could light up
the whole night sky together.