Snowflakes Fell Like Nimble Dancers

I stole your name

From the gusts of wind

And wondered

If it was destiny?

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.

Tired Thoughts

Some thoughts from my sleep deprived brain on colorblindness:

What if colorblind people are actually seeing things right, and everybody else is actually colorblind?

What if colorblind people can actually see a totally different color and we just call it purple or something?

What if colorblind people are piercing some sort of visible veil, seeing stuff that nobody else can?

Butterfly Blues

In my stomach were butterflies

But I had no idea why,

I loved you dearly, yet still I see

Myself franticly clipping their wings.

The world is in a state of gray

But you come in and brightly say

“Only you, my love, will I adore.”

I never could have wanted more.

For you I live, for you I breathe

My heart wants these creatures freed

Escaped from their cage, released today

My butterfly blues finally fade away

these words are my burden

my suffering

my tears

these words are my heartbreak

and the pain of all my years

these poems are my hardships

my brokeness

my pain

these poems are what I write

to make it go away

Still waiting...

The words rattle

In my mind

Like chains

But somehow

They are

Freeing.

They sing a

Silent song

To me

Like whispers in

The autumn

And they are

More beautiful

Than the words

Could ever say

Thoughts on Love #13

When you didn't tell me the truth, you said it was to protect me. You looked me right in the eyes and said that you didn't want to hurt me. 

What you didn't think about was how much it would hurt when I found out. Now I know that you think I am weak, and fragile- that is what hurt the most. All this time I have been trying to be strong and to stand firm when I knew what you were telling me was complete bull.

What hurt me more than the deceit and the dishonesty was the fact that you never even knew me enough to realise that I am anything but delicate. 

A rumble in the fog

Tells me I am not alone.

Quickened breaths

Faster steps

I try to flee

What stalks me in the dark

But when the fog clears

I see an empty field

Where the weeds have grown

Unkempt

And i wonder how i am meant

To trust others

When i can barely trust

Myself

Honesty comes easily

To everyone but me.

I time my words with the waves

And hope they'll get lost at sea.

As a liar and a fraud,

I understand deceit

Yet crave it more than truth

So it is all I seek