please keep my feet warm

he touches with fire
then disappears
and I turn into ash
so far from the flame
that first sparked his interest
and ignited the fire we set up
on this bed.
but it isn’t enough.
to have all that heat
with none of the
warmth.
it’s not enough
to have both his hands
but none of
his heart.

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planting sunflowers

He was enough
just the way he was
the day he helped me plant my first sunflower
and as if speaking to the child inside me
he told me to not be scared for the worms
as I dug my shovel into the clumps of soil,
putting all their lives in peril.

And I remember smiling at the fact that
we could yell at each other
and then spend the rest of the day’s light
playing in the dirt
together.

(H)ego

“Have you written anything about me?” he asked
and from behind him I heard
a chorus of all my past lovers,
their voices echoing his question,
curious to know how much claim they once had on my heart,
how many letters I strung together to gift them with
but never what remained when they left,
never how many chances I gave,
never a sorry for using me to feed their ego,
never any words
gifted back
to me.

What type of warrior are you?

Another dagger in the heart

You’d think by now that 

I’d have learned how 

to use my shield,

how to wield my sword…

Guess I’m just not

the type of warrior 

who fights off love. 

Flight

We’re smaller than ants
in the grand scheme of things
and yet.
here we are, pretending we
have forever to enjoy another sunset,
still wishing for the days we had
when there’s still so much ahead.

When the future comes knocking, answer it.

There’s nothing left in the past
for you to keep now.

Let it go.

Trust that love will come again
just like it did then.