Is there a seedling in your heart

and does it reach towards me

like I’m the sunlight?

Does it need my love for

nourishment, or does it

revel in my sorrow and pain?

Is it cannibalistic?

Does it drink my tears and

fester when I shine?

Sometimes I think I feel it

when we kiss,

slipping down my throat

and bursting like a

dandelion in the wind,

spreading its seeds in

my chest.

Perhaps now it

has sunk its roots

into my lungs and

sucked up all the air.

When I die and they

open up my body,

will they see tiny roots like

capialries wrapped around the

veins in my arms

and organs blooming flowers?

#poetry #romance

On the last day, you wore brown,

and your eyes sparkled like two shiny buttons

on a brand new t-shirt, and I still

think about your red backpack, I’m clinging

to a memory, a reality gone by,

your smile still sticks in my mind, a

boy who pulled apart my knitted heart by tugging at a thread.

Arms intertwined with each other,

One lover is the ocean,

The other is the shore,

Crashing into each other,

Destined to meet,

Blonde hair entangled with

Brown curls,

Childlike laughter

Spills out of their mouths

Like foam lapping up

On the shore,

Here they bathe in

Eternal sunshine.

Sapere aude

The moon stretched across my skin

And the light

which spills

in a flood

Pouring

out

of the sun

in my chest –

There is such beauty

revealed

in a flash of light

Love is a gift that

not all men are worthy of

Louder, Louder, LOUDER

wide mouth like a scarlet flower

And dark eyes which render a face

uncommonly intelligent

To be born woman is to know

we must labor to be beautiful

to bear the Sistine Chapel

between our ears

down our torsos

Turn around, Orpheus,

the darkness calls

Louder, louder, louder

Memory transforms

lovers into poets

Melancholia swallows

men whole

like a pit of quicksand

that empties into

nothingness

How are you these days?

I thought when I said yes

things would change —

It’s been years now, but

I will wonder about it.

Do you look at pictures

of me and find me pretty,

still? Do you wonder

the same things as me?

The day we got coffee

I stumbled over my words,

and you leaned in

and asked what I’d just said

and I blushed and repeated myself.

You had a limp from playing soccer

with your friends.

We talked about past high school classmates,

how our first year of college had been, about your horses and dreams of living

on the British countryside,

about my plans to transfer schools

and publish poems and novels.

We parted ways without even a hug,

and I overthought too much

to even text a thank you for paying.

Now I only see you in grocery stores

in the summer, stacking baskets,

and on Instagram

where you post strangers’ faces.

Sapere aude

The moon stretched across my skin

And the light

Which spills

in

a

flood

Pouring

out

of the sun

in my chest –

There is such beauty

revealed

In a flash of light

Love is a gift, despite

Not all men being worthy of it

Louder, Louder, LOUDER

Wide mouth like a scarlet flower

And dark eyes which render a face

Uncommonly intelligent

To be born woman is to know

We must labor to be beautiful

To bear the Sistine Chapel

Between our ears

Down our torsos

Turn around, Orpheus,

The darkness calls

Louder, louder, louder

Memory transforms

Lovers into poets

Melancholia swallows men

Whole

Like a bird leaping from its nest

For the first time, wings flapping

Rapidly and heart palpitating,

I crashed into you.

And you embraced my failures

And pain, until it became

A static cycle of failure

And conciliation.

It wasn’t until my wings

Caught the wind and I

Soared that you

Turned your back on me.

A sea of lavender

On a grassy hill,

Blood

In royal veins,

You are at once two

Lions digging their claws

Into each other

And a cherry blossom floating

On a breeze.

Portal to a leaden world

Wiped from existence

With a single swipe.

A language of clicks

Paintings of lines and

White and grey.

No man is more infinite

Than a lonesome line

Stretching through

The universe.

You are a mother

And an asteroid

Tumbling adamantly

At a lifeless Earth

And a primordial soup

Strange beings emerge from.

You are temporary

And just as the universe

Will one day collapse

After its expanse

You will—