Parched

 My love your love

Acid Rain

Pouring down on me

I raised my face

Drink it in

Burning

My eyes my throat

So parched

Thirsty for any

Drop

Bottled

 Ill-fitting

Overflowing

Chaotic

Bottle it up

Pack it away

Sensitive 

Needy

Overbearing

Take space

More time

Rejected 

Wounded

Distanced

Handmade Card

 I traced and cut and glued and folded

Learned a new technique

Making that heart shaped card

Inside a line from your favorite movie

A romantic phrase to reach you

You barely looked at it

Shoved in a box hidden on a shelf

Beside my other tokens and expressions

My time and love tucked away from you

Gathering dust at your back

Iron Maiden

 She said

Take off our armor

I will hold you

Abandonment Issues

 I loved you 

More

Than I loved myself

You needed it 

But

I did too

Sunday Kind of Love

 I wanted all Sunday Afternoons

Slow mornings

Reading and writing in the sunlight

Your hands in my hair

Otis Redding and Beach Boys

Connecting

Truthful teary eyed conversation

Resetting it all

My Ship

 I know the ocean is stormy

You feel lost at sea

Anchoring yourself impossible    

Thrown against the waves

Let me be your harbor

Let me be your shore

Thirsty

 I see you every day now

Heart still jumps out of my chest

Thumping 

Catching your glance

Can't keep my hands to myself

A magnet

I touch your skin

Fingers tracing and grabbing

I drink you in

Thirst never quenched

Nights you're not in my bed 

I don't want to be either

Hum

 Nonstop

The drive ongoing

Hum hum hum

Busy bee

Busy with nothing

Busy with worry

Why can't I rest

I lay around but never

Rest

Never still 

Where is the stillness

Contentment I knew

I can't stop the hum to let it

Settle

Make it stop

Make me stop

Absent minded droning on

Scrolling on

Snippets of songs on repeat

Short short short

Attention span and I am

Humming

Ever After

 The is no "ever after"

When we ride into the sunset

Our consciousness follows

Saddled up with us

Each sunrise recommitting

To our forever

Crybaby

 I cry almost every night

All of my pillows mascara stained

Some nights stress

The weight of the world or

How I struggle just to make it

Some night's that's all I am 

A faucet of tears with no words

No names for emotions

Tears flow when the sun goes down

Almost every night

Closed

 at a certain point

I shutter my windows 

protect my glass

from storms that aren’t mine

I’m sorry but 

this is how I survive 

Light My Fire

I‘ve been all 

smoke and embers 

since I’ve lost oxygen 

flame choked out

soaked with gallons

watery tears

bring the kindling

ignite me

Unraveling

wound up

I try to gather  

my loose strings

frayed messy ends

but you find a thread

pull me 

and here I am

 unraveling in front of you  

My Paper Crane

 I would unfold your stress when you’re complicated 

 like origami 

 intricate and overlapping

made pretty for the world

I will smooth your creases

 

Bargaining with Depression

a check list

meditation

candlelight bath

what to I have to trade

to be functional again  

I Don't Know Her

 this reflection 

she’s a lost bundle of scars

who used to show power

pride, competence 

now barely recognizable  

broken down 

knowing she’ll never return

not in the same way

Tourguide

 you taste like the rain

or how it feels to

hike along a riverbed 

you give me a map

until I have the time 

to memorize 

the trails of your body 

Smile for Me

you’ll find me curled up

in the shadow 

in the valley of doubt 

wearing my lipstick

trying in vain

to feign enthusiasm 

Scrapbook

I am a wild collection 

of scraps 

barely held together 

with fraying twine