I usually write
To breathe
But I can’t
Anymore

Do I need a muse
A man
Who makes me
Swoon
With heady phrases
And kisses
Imprinted
Against my wrist
Or a brilliant
Thunderstorm
That sweeps against me
Like a monsoon
Or a flower
Whose petals
Are breaking
Apart
And blowing in the wind
Or a sadness
Devastating
Like winter

Words
I miss you