Love
I’ll bring you red roses
while the blue violets bloom.
I’ll bring you the moon
to show you that I love you.
Rebirth
Don’t worry, my love.
After the match is lit and spat into the forest, our world will start to burn.
Beginning with the smallest leaf and making its way to the tallest tree.
Creeping through every last atom of nature’s existence.
The smoke will rise and pollute the already contaminated air with its thick, black arms;
and the flames will dance as the trees fall down into their everlasting slumber.
Our world is now ashes. A collapsed version of what we used to call our home.
But no need to panic, my love.
We will fix this tattered wasteland and make it anew.
I will wash away these ashes with my tears in order to spare your own.
It will take time, and effort, and most importantly: love.
But when we finish, I promise it’ll be worth it.
Start Over
Begging you can we please start over.
Because we are beyond knowing I could never bear to lose you forever.
The thought of you warms my heart with the nostalgia of better days and
My soul aches to know that I may never feel your embrace again
And for what?
A pride that is thick and cruel as mud stuck to the bottom of your favorite shoes?
An ego so dark it stains the path dividing us?
How can we say we’ll grow when we deny ourselves the nutrients?
Come back to me and we’ll flourish together.
Independent yet united.
Fierce yet compassionate.
Wrap me in the fires of your love and never stop.
Ocean
I wish I could crash like the waves,
Wash my fears with the tides.
Drift across the foamy bed,
Open my arms, close my eyes.
I’d get tucked in by the sun,
Sneak out late with the moon.
I’d elope by the banks
in the middle of June.
So let my curls get salty
and my skin get baked brown.
There’s no song I’d rather hear Than that fierce ocean sound.
