you can't tell methe Earth didn't shakewhen you came to be,shaky legssturdy feetblood flowingfrom the dead sea-all salt and poetry, everything you're supposed to be you can't tell methere isn't reasonin your existence,that there isn't magicin your tongue,in your pointer finger I hope you always remember that you are the main character in your story,that... Continue Reading →

My little sister still asks about youI tell her that the stars swallowed you up,That they needed your lightSo now you spend your timeForming constellations in the sky I don't tell herThat I've talked to the sky Every nightSince you've goneI don't tell herThat I see you in her eyes,In the way her hair fliesFree... Continue Reading →

I like to think the stars and I remain in open conversation  as I am constantly telling them about your eyes and how they resemble a rolling tide but maybe both are filled with lies about what they are hiding underneath. I like to think the stars get jealous at the thought of you  because... Continue Reading →

even from the outside, you were never perfect       your uneven windows,      your mismatched shutters,      your rusted doorbell and that is how I fell in love because perfect is lonely too polished, too sterile, fragile beauty easy to break but that was never you; in you, I could picture... Continue Reading →

You are a dragon. There is fire in your blood, Pumping through your heart And you are allowed to use it. You are allowed to burn anyone Who threatens Or questions Your existence But remember: Do not carelessly destroy Every village in your path. Yes, you are powerful But a dragon Without compassion Is just... Continue Reading →