The rain locked us together
As the fog hung around the mountain trees
The sky reflected in your eyes
And I couldn’t believe
How easy it was to be with you
Browsing category: Poetry
Farewell
Thank you
You’ve played with my heart
You’ve burned my skin
And suffocated my lungs
With heat
With warmth
The rain started falling
And I couldn’t go anywhere
We can’t speak all the time
But we smile together
You’ve surprised me
After all you’ve taken from me
And pushed me down
Tossed me around
I noticed the flowers that you laid out for me
Go find another heart
To steal
Feed them dragon fruit
And show them the sleepy alleys with graffiti
It’s true
I fall in love with you more everyday
Our bond thickening
With every second
My feet are planted on your floor
But since I have you
I don’t want you
Chiang Mai
I’ve outgrown you
Thank you
Chiang Mai
I’m letting you go
I want something different
Oceans not mountains
Islands not traffic
Night
I am a creature of the night
A slimy alien
Laughing on the moon
I found true love
Only to watch it disappear
Behind a mountain
I can’t see without the light
But my eyes are adjusting
I’m a bat now
Living in a cave of dripping drops
With crystals hidden inside the layers
The moon will roll over the mountains again
The darkness is my home again
The Formula
There will be good days and bad days
You can calculate them
With a probability formula
A pros and cons list
And decide whether to stay or let go
Or you can turn up the
Frequencies of your soul
Follow the music
And go where it wants you to grow
Weight
He’s on my mind again
Like a calm dark ocean
Ice freezing over the roof
He’s on my mind
Like a weight
Because I’m holding my breath
Exhale
Wild Rose
Sometimes I think I made a mistake
I was too much of a thorn
Instead of the rose
When my mind wanders
To the forrest
There is cracked soil
Moss growing over the tree roots
And he’s sitting there
Not even thinking of me
Loving The Writer
Be careful with writers
They know how to let everyone taste
How you made them feel
Grow
I’ll wait until we’ve clipped every fruit
And ripped up the roots
Winter is here
But if you believe in Spring
We can re-grow
Venom
I’m a venomous girl
Coiled sweetly in your palm
I have a mouthful of poison
Ready to kiss your neck
The Writer
I fall asleep next to my journal every night
I breathe onto it with my head on the pillow
Because no one can comfort me
Like I’m comforted when I write
