A woman. A well carved sculpture Embodying love, War And growth.
Because I am just a moon And among you, Are many stars Shinning far brighter than I ever could In the midst of the brightest one I fall And stay away Until she leaves again Then I creep up with Rest… She even shines her light on me. What I did I do to deserveContinue reading “Moonchild”
Because a shoulder to lean is so much better than a chaotic tongue; eager to fix things, rather than hold a person who’s breaking with every breath, just praying to be held together.
As you feed it apologies which are not meant to be said and lust to men who are not worthy; men who do not require refuge but seek it for the sake of curiosity; seeking asylum in sacred parts of your body.
My art doesn’t derive from human interaction, but rather the hollows they leave behind…
words deployed during the hardest of times, when butterflies and tongue ties wouldn’t allow me to let you know how I feel… they don’t even bother to last long enough to form a sentence.
How do you boldly confess that you’ll give me some thing like love, when all that I asked for was love. How do you not see that you’re falling short? I effortlessly give you all of me, my stars & moons, only to get empty spaces in return.
“I hate you” But what I really mean is ”you’re hurting me”
If you’re going to choose me, Choose me because you genuinely want me, Not because you’re scared of seeing me in the arms of another man.
Fully aware that you pursue me in only in draped skies- Because I am born of light. When your own darkness consumes you And you don’t have the desire to be devoured anymore You knock on my door And like the fool that I am- I open With arms wide open And a mind filledContinue reading “Pursuit”