Roses

Prickly with sweet scents

A drop of blood from admiration

Sewn and strewn for all

Remembered as an allegory

Seen in actuality and metaphor

Blood red like hearts pumping

Beating

Every odd

Seasonal and timeless

is the blossom of a beating heart

Like love worn as an embrace

A cloak for all emotions

A petal plucked and lost

Deep is the color of ours

_...

True Story:

The day we broke up, there was a tremble in your voice and an energy that felt all too familiar. A melancholy feeling that encompassed the air. An ending. I could feel it through the phone.

That feeling when your favorite show is no longer on the air, and all the memories flood you. But there’s a stillness and empty feeling that you can’t quite place because something so trivial, ak...

There was a man that I loved so deeply I gifted him parts of myself. A tattered garment left on the floor of an empty home when he was done with me.

I found myself a shell of who I used to be. Repairing an empty crevice where my heart once was. Longing for someone who couldn’t remember the moments that kept me up at night. The ones that made loneliness feel meaningful. I recall the day you strip...