today i felt the sun
gently kiss
the back of my neck
and it reminded me
of y o u.

I saw a pink moon
last night
The air was crisp
and it reminded me
of midnight walks back
home from the train
*Always yours, never mine
Past the cemetery
and through the eerily quiet,
yet somewhat comforting
streets of Brooklyn.
I'd argue that we should have
taken an uber and you'd ask
why I wore those shoes again.

I saw a pink moon
last night
It's borders were blurred
and it reminded me of old film
It had deep, cavernous
craters that could
tell thousands of stories.
I wonder if it knows ours

Liquor bottles and rapt promises
All sometimes mean the same thing for me
At first glance, they seem a little bit too much
To be handled by a mere, innocent minor like me

They say I'm too young to take or drink them
They say only adults can get a taste of them
But of course, I let my curiosity get the best of me
And here I am, sneaking some from the shelf.

Bitter. I unconsciously rejected it
For it was too bitter for me to handle
Manifesto too new, flavour too foul
Sensation incomprehensible, what's yet to come?

I finished half. Half of the bottle.
Internalized half of the emotions thrown
Embedded in between those highfalutin speeches
And I'm only waiting for what's next.

Warmth. It's warm, it's creeping in
Am I letting myself be thawed by their voice?
Or maybe it's just the liquid speaking
As it glides down from my mouth to my throat?

Euphoria. I feel nice. For the first time.
Taking more gulps doesn't feel a bit wrong.
Being succumbed to their words doesn't feel wrong.
It only feels all the more alright.

Tepid. Loaded. Giddy. Fine.
All these are happening all at once
I've been searching for this feeling all my life
WHY HAVE I NOT KNOWN BEFOREHAND!?

I only bought a bottle to try
Only sought a promise to swallow
Is one not enough for my troubled soul?
Is this how much I craved to feel fine?

No matter how many bottles we gulp
No matter how wholeheartedly we trust
When the ethereal high runs out in a bittersweet haze
It's time to clean them all up.

For the empty liquor bottles and empty rapt promises
Will only leave you reeking with its pungent smell
Along with trailing tears on your cheeks
And another throbbing head the next day.

Blue bird,
every time I set you free
unfailingly, you fly back to me.
Perched out of reach
never out of mind
evermore locked in my gravity.

I know, blue bird,
the quandary of a heart
so willingly ensnared.
I remember the soothing drum
of its unquiet content.

I have longed for the keen
euphoric sting you bring
even as I banished you.
Without you
I am an empty nest.
I am so… heavy
with you.

Only I can let you go.
Only you can return to me.

the repetitive days grow tiring
so extremely uninspiring
as i remember the times when things were so simple
where we had smiles so big you saw dimples
the dusty chalk left on the porch stairs
the house's unfinished repairs
the creak of the wooden doors
the kitchen's tiled floors
the chipped paint on the walls
and none of it bothered me at all
my mind held no worries
my heart was never in a hurry
oh, to go back to the days
my teary eyes look back in a gaze,
looking back on the shadow that it once was
i want my adrenaline rushing from running too fast
i want the green stained knees from sliding on the grass
i want to taste the salty tears on my cheeks from scraping my knees
i want the calluses from climbing sticky trees
i want the brush burn from going down the static-feeling slide
even if the bruises and scratches make me cry
i would go back in a heartbeat
because those days were oh so sweet
being a kid on Grape Street

©L.F.

a minty scent fills the air,
a cold feeling is felt on my chest,
a warm towel is placed on my forehead,
tears are wiped from my red cheeks,
my eyelids grow heavy as the aching wears off
and the nostalgia hits

©L.F.

since lies are sweet
and the truth is bitter
i'm not surprised
i liked you better

I have been struggling to sleep without you here in my bed.

At one time or another, all those stupid fears have come true,
So it's hard to think logical as my peers tell me to pull through,
You say 'it ain't truth it just you, it's your mind, it's your feelings'
But where do they come from? my monsters? my demons?
From 3 am phone calls to no text message replies,
To opening up and getting torn from inside,
To all my misreadings  that have hurt in the past,
To all of the others, you kissed once, had enough and then passed,
When I'm sitting here restless, 37 past twelve,
The ticking of minutes, the whole world has been shelved,
And I fear that you'll leave me,
I'm worth less than you,
It is worthless my feelings, this fear nothing new,
This pain, this regret, how I swim in the past,
I found someone precious and I gave her my heart.


I found someone better, to topple my ego,
I sit in her palm, not yet clenched to a fist,
I adore her and kiss her, and we float like a mist,
scared in the knowledge that this soon will cease to exist