poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
Paint my tongue,This ache of separation is killing me,My atoms throb in this loneliness,This absence of you, in life,This existence is nothing without you,The air is emptier, I hold grapes, figs and honey close to my skin,Let them drape me,As if their sweetness would be comparative to what you bought to me,This internal throbbing,One which […]
When they take,Its as if my hair is being yanked,Pulled a little,The body follows,Pointed like a ballerina,Like the smoke emitting from a candle,How it merges into the surrounding,A bit of my being feels like it’s been stolen,Without permission,Yet,Yet this wasn’t taking,I gave,With open hands,I offered with my hands cupped,I wanted to take a bite myself,Rosewater […]