the beauty of a woman
is seen in her eyes
because that is the doorway
to her heart, the place where love resides

if we combine our flaws together,
we could have our own garden

I wonder if the cracks
in my heart
are glued with liquid gold
or strung together
like pieces of clothes
on a drying line

I wish you knew —
when you hold me,
you're holding my heart too

can they hear her heart?
the way it shatters
as it breaks

I envy the sun —
for it always rises

she collapsed underneath
the stars and only then
did she realize that she
was indeed exploding

at any stage —
a rose strikes beauty

she tasted like droplets of honey,
her skin shimmered galaxies

I admire women
who could've turned
cold after everything
they've been through
but still choose love anyway

there's strength in that

you cannot flourish as a flower
if you are putting yourself in a vase

before you —
I used to drown in my sadness
never letting anyone close enough
to touch me,
now I drown in you