Cosmos

Even through the veil of smoke
Green pierces me
Which is odd
Because when I look into you,
I feel black and white movies
And only a splash of red
As it transfers from my lips onto yours
Velvet pours into my ears and now
It's running through my veins
As your cool sound creates clouds
Over my bed and waves under my sheets
There's a storm coming
Most storms are named after women
This storm comes straight from the cosmos
Wash over me

Antiqued and Handwritten

Weathered at the edges
Like the eyes I use
To gaze upon your letter
Beautifull crafted sentences
Your words hold the love I have for language
The love I've held
For you
What a beautiful frame
A cold, hard exterior for your eloquent words
Yet the edges have frayed
I lack the polish you deserve
Stained pages from days of downpour
The ink, flourished, so lovely
I am weathered at the edges
Beautifully torn
And still,
I flourish.

Untitled.

You manipulated me into submission
with the promise of an untouchable
romance.

You kissed me
into misery.

Immersion

Run away with me...
Meet me on the other side of fear
and dive into the unknown.
The water is warm,
and I've been waiting for you.

Overcast

Love my broken pieces

Just as they are

Kiss every tear

Beneath the mask

And never complain

That it's raining. 

Untitled.

You walk through the trees and feel the daylight on your face and you thank God for this moment. You allow the warmth to soak into your skin and feel the grace of Mother Nature as she blesses you with a moment of clarity.

But I would like to know...
What do you feel when the night blankets the sky,
and the stars come out to shine a light on your demons?
Do you feel regret?
Do you cover your face with a blanket and continue to pretend you're the victim?
Or do you face those demons and ask for forgiveness?

When you lay your head to rest,
do you see my broken smile?
Do you see my trembling lip and feel the pit in your stomach?
Do you remember the fear in my eyes reflecting the rage in yours?
The only thing that would unite us now would be that moment before sleep,
the fear of falling into a subconscious world of horror and pain and regret.
But do you even feel it?
Do you see the tear stains on my cheeks and the blood stains on my arms?
I see it, always.
Can you sleep at night?

You travel and you laugh and you play.
You visit the people who believe you were the force for good, and I, the demon.
Because they make you feel superior.
They make you feel like you were right.
There is nothing right or superior about what you've done.
I wonder how you can look our friends in the eye and smile.
I wonder how you can keep a secret like that for so long.
The monster that sleeps has been awakened.
He had your face. Your eyes. Your hands.
His voice was yours, but vicious and coarse.
This monster may be sleeping again,
but he won't stay asleep for long.
He will come to play, and they will learn your truth.

I've learned my truth.
I walk through the trees and feel the daylight on my face and I thank the Universe for this moment.
I allow the warmth to soak into my skin and feel the grace of Mother Nature as she blesses me with a moment of clarity.
If I can survive you, I can thrive through anything.
Mother Nature blesses me with hope, with self-love, with courage.
She fills my days with a cool breeze of resolve that karma is very real.
Karma has been holding me with a gentle hand, waiting for the moment...
All things have their moment.
You will have your moment.

This moment, is mine.

Universal Lovemaking

I'd like to say
I'm waiting for you
The one whose magic matches mine
But the truth is,
I'm perfectly happy
With stars in my eyes
Diving into constellations
Growing into my soul's divine.

The Wolf

Loving you
Was poetry,

I could never put
Into words.

Sovereign

I reached out for years
Hoping someone would catch me
Until one day, I realized...

It was me I was waiting for,
all along.

Resilience

I am not beautiful

because

of hips like water

or sun-kissed skin. 

I am beautiful

because

of lips, stained by love

and because

of every

strength

within.