In a world filled with wonders,
Your strengths set you asunder...
I wonder if God created you first
or the world...
Stars twinkle in the cold night's embrace,
Lit up by the moon's silvery trace...
I hope I don't see you in the morning.
I hope our paths never cross again...
I wonder if you lie awake
Realizing you were the one being mean...
How do you trust someone
Who shows you a brand new sun...
one swallow
is all it could take...
This ache hasn't dissipated in 44 days.
Its consistency has shifted, immigrated...
wreathe of words sprout upon doorstep bed
beneath a far-looking moon, whisper to ear...
Jagged and tattered,
my edges are frayed...
at that tender age when one still believed
openly bleeding wounds make for devotion...
What do you do
when you can no longer...