How did our spirits intertwine so deeply that my heart feels now half of what it once was my tears become their own being I wake up in pools of this sadness The sleep does not come for many nights I am praying to a million gods and grasping for the lessons you taught me When I was a young girl ...
Jealousy, a robust and tenacious seed, It knows its goal, Who are you to stand in its way? Its mission is emotional decay, An agent of fear, Its ugly head will rear, Just when you need a delicious hormone fix, It’s like a piece of cake, Sweet self-loathing quivering in its wake, It operates in ...
Because this morning
Odors crawled in to my nostrils
Beings and people
attached to my retinas,
And finally
when the world took a rest from its living,
I stared down at the pieces --
Broken mosaic heartfelt wonders...
I don’t know how true that is,
or the statistical probability of a perfect
clean break down your sternum,
what exactly must occur
to break such closed beating silence.
I’m right with you.
Not the kind of right where you need to know the answer, but the kind of right where it’s okay if I’m wrong.
The kind of right where the odds are against me, but somehow our hearts still beat to the tune of the same song.
I want to burn it all up
All this domesticated bullshit
All this fear
All this insecurity, mistrust, jealousy,
All this you not showing up in your majesty,
All this mailing it in and stuffing it down,
All this keeping it small, good and polite because it’s what nice girls do.