A sleep,
like death,
but without commitment.

It's my time,
my life,
who cares how I spend it?

Falling in love to the beat of a song,
a lullaby,
because you were asleep all along.

Love
grows.

Do me this one favor, dearest reader:
read that again.

Love grows.
Like maybe a type of flower.?

It can start out as nothing and
then bloom into something so beautiful.

Love grows.
Maybe outward.?

A womb of a mother,
growing, growing, outward.

Love grows.
Maybe, and sadly, apart.?

Outward, Inward, Apart, and Up.
Just let my love be enough?

tonight
i trace your bones
in attempt
to make you
chill.

we cared for it,
nurtured it,
blew gentle kisses of life it’s way.

but all we got were smoldering embers.

autumn is blowing kisses
on summer’s dying wind.

small strings
attached.

big hearts
I’m winning back.

tug tug

you’re pulling on my
thread.

I fear,
you’ll tug too hard.
and, in the wake,
my heart will be split
in two.

It’s all over again.
Disaster, history,
repeating itself.

It will
crush me.