Oh, Gabriel.

I ****** in the bitter smoke
and I realized
this is not what I want
I’m becoming
so hurt
so cold
but I will not become it
the sun is still shining
and there is still the smallest amount of hope

You think feelings are a form of weakness,
you’re terrified to be vulnerable.
Little do you know,
that’s where the magic happens.

She was made
of gold
and marble
and she stood
above
the water.
A boy of stone
less looked at
stood hidden
behind
the ivy.
Forgotten
by most
he loved
the girl
made
of gold
and marble.
He
loved her
she
loved him
and they whispered
their love
in the night.

e  m  p
  t   y
    m
    e

of my s o u l

Lips

Moist