i write everyone
i love
into poetry
how telling it is
that i do not
do the same
for myself

Some days,
life is like holding
an overflowing chest
of diamonds, rubies, and sapphires.  

Other days, I have the same chest,
but I just feel the weight
of a heavy box of rocks.

i want to know somebody

know every detail of their life events
i want to blow the candles on their first birthday
lick the stamp on the first letter they sent

i want to share and be shared intimately

from my brown skin into my core
i want to wrap around his member and see his eyes ask mine for more

i want to nearly bleed to death

over how much I’m able to give
over how much I might withstand if it meant my love would live

because i think people are meant to be shared with one another, tied in an infinitesimal amount of ways; tumbling as one.

and when you said
laughter is like a foreign language
i imagined that i was
teaching you how to
speak it

i used to apologize
for being in your presence

as if i was burden
by just being seen

now i accept
that you'll look at me the same

no matter how i change
i can't make you happy

As the sunset simmered
low and slow
a soft light rested
on the counter where I sat

I burnt my toast
while I was daydreaming
about kitchen ***
then the tea kettle screamed
because It couldn’t take the heat.
Understandable.

I poured the water in my cup and let the roses steep, left the burnt toast in the toaster and went back to bed

Do not pause
for it is not in the spirit of love
to be still for so long.
Just as a river
does not stop in its tracks
for fear of overflow.
Just as the sea's are never still.

Just as the sea's are never still.