Too Good to be True

Maybe I could never
Believe it was real
Because my heart knew
Before my head
That you weren't really here

Offering

I approached trembling 

The chains in my chest 

Broken open 

Swinging, noisy as I walk 

In my hands

What I offered has been 

Refused many times over

Carelessly handled, dropped 

Or tucked away in a bottom drawer  

This heart of mine 

She’s hard to hold onto 

Wrapped in wire

Doubt

Bloody with wounds 

Rejection

Prickly with broken pins

Left behind

She was a stone for many years

Grey and still 

A lump unused 

But she was awoken

Now she glows

She’s the daughter of the Sun

Ablaze with passion

Seeking, pushing

Burning with desire

The flames grow into inferno 

She’s the daughter of the Moon

An ocean of tenderness 

Flooding, churning

Overflowing with affection 

The waters deep enough to drown

Still I offered this mess of mine 

Complicated, tangled

Raw, bruised

Absolutely terrified 

Liquid fire 

Love 

And you were just
Another one 
Who did not want her.  

Gorge

The river is churning like my insides
Water pouring and flowing so fast
Floodwaters built up and racing
Over the crest in sheets

Though the journey over the dam is rapid
It's not until the
Force of the flow has
Crashed
Against the bottom
That the power of the water is apparent
It is rage
It is turmoil
Wild, angry walls in an ever-flowing
Mountain of explosion
The place of impact is violent
Keeps pushing itself
High
Forward
Liquid fireworks

Soon after
The intensity bowls over
Folding in on itself
A more familiar rapid
Down to the turbulent white waters
They push in waves, continue on
Still racing but again I see a river

Where am I right now?
No longer at the crest or
Highly dramatic, explosive point of first contact
Am I in the immediate aftermath or
Have I moved into water that's more recognizable?
I can't see down past into the normal flow
So maybe that's my answer

Moon Phases

Isn't it funny, Love
The way the moon calls to us
So differently
Our homes in the opposite end of the cycle

I live in the comfort of the new moon
The blank slate
The wiped clean, calm, new start
When emotions are grounded
Dark skies and low light

You find solace in fullness
The crescendo
The place of release in light
When you can recharge energy
Aglow with clarity

We wax and wane
A balance of energy
Meeting each other throughout
These phases of change

Burned

No one had ever held
My blazing heart
So firmly and with
Bare hands

Yet I am the one who is
Burned.

Overflow

Don’t ever make the mistake
Of thinking
You’re too much
Because you’ve poured yourself
Into vessels that overflow
Too shallow
To hold you

The Idea of Me

Don't fall in love with my
Potential
I don't want the weight of your
Expectations
of who you hope I will be
When I don't live up to them
when you see
more of the
Mess
behind this Mask
When the Illusion has faded and
You see what's hidden
behind the glitter
You will be
Disappointed