There is something insincere about ‘I love you’.
I mean so much more when I say those words, that I feel will never be understood. This isn't lust, this isn’t friendship- this is something in between. This love is me giving my heart, my soul, my everything to you and trusting that you will do the same.
A metaphorical
Gun to my head
Threaten a fate
I would rather
Instead
A moment too soon
Or not soon enough
Maybe this metaphor
Is more real
Than I thought
I didn't know I loved
An idiot
Until he said
He loved me too
And in that moment
I finally understood
What it meant to feel
Breathless
I slam the screen door
And listen to the sound
Of the raindrops falling
On the tin roof.
The crisp air
Sends me chills
But the cider
Warms my heart
Oh how i miss
With all my soul
The sweet sound
Of October rain
We are gilded people
Glittering with gold
Which disguises the hatred
And misery
Bubbling beneath our skin
I inhale lemon.
A sweet breath
That ushers in my sleep,
So then i waver
Into a state
Filled with nothing
Except the scent
Of tangerine dreams.
You make me strong. Not because you are my other half, but in fact because you were not. You broke my heart- you broke me- so I had no choice but to grow stronger. I had to make sure that nobody would ever hurt me again the way you did. You were my weakness, and now without you I am the best version of myself.
So yes, you make me strong. But it is only through your weakness that I had ever achieved it.
You can only know
The phoenix
From the ash
It leaves behind
she carries
her poetry
like her love
on the tip of her tongue
The bloodiest hands
Are those of time.
As it passes
And the seasons change,
All things age
And die.