FIRE
the way embers on tissue paper stream pillars of grey into the air
TEARS
only on sunday mornings, only when it has been too longthere is light in many things and i will give them all to you
gargle the embers and spit prayers through tissue paperTEETH
mother moon scoops honey onto them
i promise to feed youPLANTS AND GIRLS
first the growing pains
things that stretch and snapYOU AND BLOOD
thick and running and gone and gone and drying and goneTHE UNIVERSE
sweet when funneled through wet palms
shaking and growing and stillMY LOVE
always flowing until it reaches her throat
stop and return and race in between-
i'm 16 years old today (happy libra season every1!!) and i just want to express how thankful i am to everyone reading this book + really anyone who's been kind to me on this website! i've been on wattpad for a long ass time and the real reason i still post writing on here is because of the amazing ppl and environment that's formed through surrounding urself with ppl you actually like online. yeah so that's some sops for ya. (i'm 70% sure i'm continuing w/ this book y'all)
YOU ARE READING
lover is a day
Poetrybut i know that you're having fun, wouldn't wanna mess this up for you