i can break down too

in the quiet of a night between two breaths of those i love

I can falter too

I can be imperfect and learning and not the statue of reason and support so many require from me

I can be weak and petty too

choosing to break and release and feel bad for me

I can be human too

dreams resume

where slipped between the sheets again
with you

lazy afternoons
intrude and coat my rash decisions
with regret

investment in yourself is highly encouraged
never likely
and usually exciting

but what they don't tell you
that's quite the most frightening
is sometimes they spit it back
and you lose all,

just like me.

there's very few things I'd taste the same way
as the sweetness between your legs
or a golden milk latte

alone isn't so lonely
when I'm working on me

did you ever stop writing about me?
did you ever really start?