a poem where i personify 2018 into an ex lover
an ode to the yesterdays i cherish
hating yourself isn’t poetry my love show me all your scars and let me kiss them gently your flaws aren’t ugly my darling they’re like the wings of a butterfly you can’t see them completely yourself but i can and they’re beautiful like a rose gold sunset those who hurt you don’t…… Continue reading hating yourself isn’t poetry
now do not misunderstand me when I say I’m broken by broken I mean – a broken weapon like a sword that’s broken into two for when it went through war it cut what came in its way and its final victory is it’s open wound chanting its glory so if you ever kiss me…… Continue reading I Am Not Glass, I Am Rome
Remember when we didn’t know how to speak And we were this helpless little mess Which every thought was cute And they powdered us after we had our bath Put us in soft cotton clothes Gave us soothing warm milk to drink Then touched us like we were fragile And put us to sleep Remember…… Continue reading Remember When
Don’t call me pretty Or beautiful, Or tell me I have pretty hair That you want to stroke with your hands I am so much more than what you see I’m a sunflower in a bed of roses Taste of coffee at 3am I’m that bubble floating around finding its way That echo that comes…… Continue reading I Am So Much More
See you soon okay?