We are beautiful,
like fresh flowers
born of ashes,
like dawn
after a moonless night.

You are not
what has happened to you.
You are how you react
to it.

Some plants will drown
in rain
that nourishes others.

yes,
you can kiss
my rose petal eyelids
my stained cheeks
my humming neck
my willing waist
my burning skin
anywhere on
my restless body
but kiss my lips,
and I'll spend the
rest of my life
aching
grieving
searching for
your stinging tongue

  fate assured me
   we'd burn violently
    but ultimately suns die
     every flame grows tired
      every bulb will break
      every wick will drown  
     charred and regretful
    weary and worn out
   drained of energy
  choking for air
i'm not ready
to ignite
just yet

I thought
If I could just
Relax
Calm my tired body
It would be better
But it turns out
In the calm and quiet
I can hear so clearly
So loudly
Everything that’s troubling me
Torturing me
So I stay busy
I run
Exhaust myself
And then
Once again
I rest
And hear it all again
I just....
I need a silence
That doesn’t torture me

love is a drug;
once you have a taste
you can't get enough.
maybe that's why I am afraid,
afraid to take a sip,
a bite,
a whiff,
of love.
i might overdose.