The ground is my home
I am nothing but the dirt
Underneath your feet

These words are for me,
For I'm the one who's hurting,
I'm just healing myself.

It may look like I'm silent
But don't let it fool you
I'm holding back the will
To say that I love you

I’m scared as f*ck
to want you.

But here
I am,

Still wanting you
anyway.

there was a moment in time
when death sat beside me on a park bench
and he had rested his hand on the gap between us

i,

too,

rested my hand there
and brushed my fingers against his

and for a chaste moment
i savoured the warmth of his skin
and intertwined my hand with his

but he stood up

and left

and maybe he knew,

it was for the better.