Conglomerate softness
Plying blissfully the scars off my wounds
An addictive activity with bleak endings
Leaving a small dent on my skin soon

A memento of this visit
Comforting words and faces explain greatly
The niceness in which days daze away sadness,

So I savour this.

A kiss of kindness disguises itself in the random acts of allegiance
Only friendship commits
On the edges of wit,
And the brinks of sanity
I treat my own mind with such levity that fails to address the subject topic.

One day I’ll get past this
Like the seasons which pass by the skies like temporary trips
Staying long enough to make you feel sad when it’s gone
But hopeful that it’s not lasting
Bombastically feeling nostalgia for everything.

The world makes me happy
In the way that happiness only exists within this realm
The only one we know
And for every day that I grow I show the fruits of my labour
Flavouring the air with words that fall out my mouth like crisp apples
Perishable but delicious and nurturing,
Though this apple tree can’t really fend for itself
It has gardeners who defend its’ health,

And I am so grateful
For this help to grow,
Hopefully through these fruits
I can show you
as well.

Her kohl outlines
Define the depth in her eyes
The eyes speaking of a chirpy morning
And the onset of the darkness after
Those first rays of that day
It wasn't his fault
He was fourteen
He loved cats
He loved dogs
And mud castles
She breathed him
Her breaths are futile now
Even a year later
Her fingers bare the same nail paint
Stained, her hands and feet, still in his blood
Smelling perfect of his cologne and mud
Hair bun neat and tidy
But none can feel the entangled knots of pain beneath
She's dressed to ****
**** her heart
The memories of her motherhood
She's waking another day to die another death.