Do we truly inherently pursue companionship limited to one singular human?
Or has the idea simply been romanticized through generations,
allowing us to believe that from creation
we have a soul mate,
a sole mate.
I can't imagine it is my fate to be chained to one single human;
I seek growth extending much further than the arm span of a solitary being.
Nobody has all the answers,
nobody has everything.
Together, we are everything,
everyone is everything,
and everything is one.
Monogamy is dead.
The question that haunted me
ever so frequently has been resolved.
I have evolved,
No longer will I query,
who is the one?
I am the one.
We all are the one.
Everyone is
one.

Take a banana
Peel it
Dice it
Put it aside

If you thought this
Was a recipe
It is
For a disaster

Take a banana
Peel it
Dice it
Put it inside

Constantly
Love and life on repeat
Never ending playlist
Music

If love is suppose to be real
Then why do we push it away?
We often masquerade our feelings
And we have nothing to say
As the moments continue
Girl, we are both in a state of misery
When words are left unspoken
Our hearts are bound to be broken

venom slithers in and it’s all i can do to reach out before i’m swallowed up
the hole is bottomless and black as star-speckled satin and equally as empty
fingertips graze mine and words reach my ears but they aren’t what i need to hear
i want to make my own venom drain, not just be responsible for someone else’s anymore
the feeling is hollow. it doesn’t provide sustenance; it doesn’t keep me warm
there’s nothing there for me now and i need something to keep my heart beating and my lungs breathing and my synapses firing
i need the whole ******* universe and all the elements to crawl under my skin and make me whole again, *******
i can’t stay empty anymore
i want this void gone before i collapse on myself and **** everything around me in
because i know i’m made of stardust, sweetie, but even stars explode and burn out and die
these bad thoughts are draining the heat from my core and soon i will cool and crumble
fill me up, make me feel towering mountains and raging storms and the eternal beating of waves on sand in every cell, every atom
i won’t stand for this emptiness anymore
i won’t let this venom be the last thing i taste before everything fades to black and the curtains finally fall

i’m drowing and i can’t tell which way is up
i can’t tell if i want to know which way is up

i am quaking like sand and soon my mouth will froth like the shore
it’s cold and it stings and there is so much saltwater filling my lungs, filling my stomach, filling every nook and cranny

maybe the people of the sea didn’t lure people to their deaths
perhaps they merely helped them attain it

stained glass with sunlight streaming,
a single rivulet, a single tear,
slips silently down the bridge of a nose
to fall silently to the tip of another.
eyes meet while hands continue to cradle
the face of the accused, the prosecuted, the expatriate of vagrants:
three words, blooming like delicate flowers from deep emerald vines that grow freely and climb the trunks of trees with more nimbleness than the lost boys themselves,
three words, gliding like the lone droplet from the lips of the holder,
descending to the ears of the held,
and they rang out as much as a whisper could, among dancing dust and gentle breath,
"you
are
forgiven."

At first, you loved me like spring,
and you lingered like winter.
But, then you start to tease like fall,
and you end up running like summer.

Just tell me why your feelings feel like the change of seasons?

I touched your skin,
and I had to pray for Heaven's sake.
Your skin was a lullaby written in brail under my fingers tips.
I fell asleep playing your song over and over again.