I’m leaning in for love Talking to the moon up above I’m holding space for grace Minding my fate I’m letting go for trust Watching my spirit glow I’m blooming into the girl of my dreams No longer blinded by the gleam I’m treading lightly Setting intentions I’m anchoring my roots Nurturing the mother in…
Forever the student A stormy past Horror in my words Violence in your delivery Torture in my heart A touch that stung Like bass through my body Felt every feeling Learned every lesson Watered my being Embodied this woman Clever as ever Lost in this moment Somewhere in outer space My hips so potent Living…
Waited for this to create this painting to live in this moment this whole existence to be so radiant to hold these flowers to see this day to touch this warmth to be informed to stand this tall to plant seeds in this land to use this key to say these words to heal old…
You looked me in the face Too lost in space Too faded to see me Too lost in void Polaroid after Polaroid but you never get the picture Never read a Scripture You just love the poison You just need the liquor Recycling old patterns You never learn Lesson on repeat Never let it burn…
My dear Melancholy
My dear Melancholy Did you let your ego win Or did it get you down on two knees Am I too late to the party Or are you totally consumed I know you watch me from a distance Hoped that things could’ve been different Bitterness in your delivery A slippery slope Polished intuition Up ahead…
Exuviate.
I shed skin A million snakes A trillion aches Withered away Face to face Demons within A million sins Traces on my silky flesh This lace fits so well These hips so swell Seductive hiss Plumped lips Secrets I’ll never spill The lesson The lesson On repeat Remind me Rewind it Better yet Fast forward…
He taught me.
He taught me, never to trust myself Second guessing became second nature He taught me, that his rejection was nothing Minimal to that of the world He taught me loneliness, with him at my side physically there, mentally long gone He taught me, that I wasn’t good enough on to the next, or back to…
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