every day i wish
that my parents would have given me away when i was a baby
cause that would mean
i would‘ve been adopted
by parents
who want to have child
to love it
and not
to abandon it
or destroy
it’s tiny soul

where my sun once shone is now a heavily rain poured in from the people i love

walking on thin, cracked ice without knowing why the ice is thin and cracked is the hardest thing to deal with

Is it that hard to be loyal?

to listen
we speak less

to care
words become soft
as clouds

from Paris to Berlin
it made me grin
the sky way to obnoxious there
back to Paris it is

the sky more blue
where purple grapes
ferment into poetic verse

Inside a single tear
       love sat quietly
drowning
          eternal silence
              the tear became two
so that love could
             dance then die
in a dream