Tender is the bud of the flower growing from the...
When the world felt too threatening, I sealed it...

My blood looks enticing in its compartments.
I’m tempted to pierce my paper-thin skin...

They call me the favorite, the perfect child;
Their words biting at my fragile skin...

The muses have abandoned me to a dark mind void of...
My heart beats loudly against the frail and bitter...

I hope, only just for now,
This is the way it was intended to be...

So many words left unsaid, only hinted to
But eagerly spilled emotions can turn sour...

A thin band of light wraps around my wrist from...
As we lay in a breathless moment in your bed...

You’ll scratch at my surface until I’m...
You’ll throw me into your fire and tell me...

I am not a poet.
No linguist, nor painter of the written word...

I see you behind your silken words,
Feel your heartbeat within their rhythm...

I know this may make me sound desperate but
There is a part of me that will always want you...

There’s nothing to move past, as the past is...