so many poems
are about heartbreak
but what about
the leaves we rake?

so many poems
are about loss
but what about
your grandma's tomato sauce?

so many poems
are about love
but what about
your nice winter glove?

if we took a step back
and saw the little things
maybe we wouldn't need as many poems
about depression

A walking contradiction, craves intimacy, yet yearns for isolation.
Alone and crying for affection not received. Will they ever truly understand what they need can be given and received from themselves?


But flowers need sun, water, and love to grow🖤

Don't mistake,
rain for water,
if he wants to be with you,
he will,
it's not drizzly, moist, or muggy,
it's plain simple.

Clearer the thought,
deeper the soul,
more original I am,
the lonelier I become.

I wish I had wings,
Not to fly, but to be adored,
By everyone.

I wish I had a pretty heart,
Not to be kind, but to be adored,
By everyone.

I wish I had everything,
So that everyone,
Will see and think,
Of me... as the one,
And not just someone.

You were the fire,
A beautiful, glowing light,
And I was the oxygen.

You said,
You could not function without me,
But all that meant was,
You were using me,
Consuming me,
To glow forever brighter.