Summer, August burns Red.
A forest blooms, we had met.
Swallowing butterflies in disguise.
A scarring kiss, exploding cries.
His red hair burnt the leaves like a friendly fire.
Blue eyes with the words of an honest liar.

October burns blue to the sound of rejection.
Mornings had mirrors with triggers of reflection.
Reading to writing, forgetting the moment.
Internal endures, within a sleepless dormant.
Wake up, ruminate, leading to regurgitate.
Voices spring off my drums. Time to self-desecrate.

Ignore the ******, it’s only November.
Rides of emotion, tender the temper.
Therapy, the solution to contentment.
Wished you haven't witnessed it.

I long for the feeling to not feel at all.
Commotion and denial, stiff as a doll.
Does it make you feel alive?
The poor lass in some way contrived,
Drowning, a sentimental suicide.

Get up, you were in coma for two years.
You’ve met a wonderful star, that wiped your tears.
Why do the thoughts tremble back as we speak?
A new born gazelle, legs shaking weak.

To find a staunch G-d. The whole universe.
(How do you love when your heart is broken
How do you speak when you feel outspoken
I can forgive and be forgiven
By learning to heal with a heart wide open)