I don’t know when my petals died.

I don’t know when the flower that is my soul stopped blooming in the morning when the sun shined in through my bedroom window.

I don’t know when the leaves that are my consciousness became wilted and flew off from my being.

I don’t know when the roots that are my spirituality gave up on hope and light and thus became broke and weak and incapable of support.

I don’t know why the sun still shines, and the birds still sing, and the bees still buzz and I don’t know why flowers die.

The world would be an ugly place without flowers

i am the female version
of men I hate.

i am exactly like the men I date.

this is going to be a hard habit to break.

I’ve never used *******  
in my life,

but being loved by you

is what I imagine

the high feels like.

allowing myself to fall
so completely for him
is the scariest thing
I have
ever
done.

you love him,

I’m actually  sure you do.

But you have to understand

that if he was a man,

he would not allow himself

To hurt you.

if I had a dollar for every time
I wished upon a star
I’d have enough money
to envision a galaxy in which my dreams actually made it that far.

You say this is not ‘your’ America.

And you’d be right.

But only because you are America.