even the small poems
are still poems,
so much voice
in so little words

you wield your sword
and ground your shield
when i come near,
my love scares you
doesn’t it?

z.f.

would you tell me i'm your lover
that i'm running in your dreams?
would you admit that i'm your baby
that i'm all that you need?

z.f.

we loved in a car where
the silences were comfortable
with words that never
had to be spoke
we loved in a car where
i heard your smile
after each punchline
like i could feel your love
on every drive home

z.f.

you were the first thing

that has made the word

"love"

feel exactly

what it sounds like

z.f.

her ***** blooms
like roses
bright and alive
filled with thorns
unafraid to fight

z.f.

i can't remember
our first goodbye
i can't remember
our last

z.f.