I am not a happy ending
I am not true love
Sadly I’m a phase
A siren who has come from above
I do not yet know what love is
Do not expect me to give it
For I am not a soulmate
I am not love.

good morning
silence
oh no
here it is again
slowly, the billowing sheet
floating down onto the bed
the careful tucking corners
and turning back       the top
while it just coils there
      in the middle
like a dead cat

How far will someone go
To fulfill their desire?

I’m often surprised by my eagerness
to fall In love & to compromise
My contentment/peace
for a heartfelt release

Engulfed by lukewarm passion &
a cascade of fleeting moments
day dreams, consumed by lust

Compositions reinforced,
Offer my form to
mechanisms of my past.
they lead me on a retreat inwards.

it is both a blessing and a curse
to feel everything so deeply...

to swim through the lowest of lows,

to fly upon the highest of highs.

drowning to depths,

and soaring to heights

of emotion and feeling,

that can only be experienced by leaving solid ground.