I let you in and share of myself.
You sip from my cup and bliss drips from your lips like a chalice of pure ecstasy and wish fulfilment. I am love and stardust.
I am feeling and knowing, attune.
Older
Wiser
Seeing through
Feather-footed on tippy toes
Especially when it comes to you.
All these pages smell like spilled ink, teardrops, and broken hearts.
A lover’s tale of passion, poetry, and betrayal.
I hold space,
You fill it.
You dismiss it.
So much confusion leads to delusions.
Follow your intuition!
We are the slow burn that gets under your skin when ignited you cannot put out the flame. Explicitly complicit so we suffer on our own.
Entwined
Denied
Wanting, waiting to atone
Much contemplation over all the seasons
We are everchanging and yet we remain frozen.
she is artwork and glory she smells like cherries, spilt ink and thunderstorms