thank you April 5th,
a day that was the smallest of victories
in and of itself.
filled with tech problems
and grey's,
practice driving
and embroidered jeans.
you were so wonderfully careless
reality didn't even cross my mind
enough to move my tear ducts to action.
of course,
it was all still there,
still gnawing at the edges of my faux ease
but it was that background kind of sadness i was telling, guaranteeting, my love would come.
and i saw a glimpse of it much earlier than expected.
for the first time in 21 days,
i feel light,
i am breathing light,
and i'm going to bed light.
- stick around, why don't you?
...
what do i have that she does not?
well darling,
i've got flowers on my butt,
empowerment on my mind
and a personality most certainly being mused over on your heart.
i'm incomparable.
- cheap flower jeans
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ruby
الشعرpoems about the next stage of my life, hopefully about new experiences but also about hanging onto something the heart has desperately longed for and isn't quite ready to give up
