What a painful, lonely, barren world I lived in:
a desert where your love was the only water.
To heal, I must come to know
that I am not a desert,
but a rainforest.
This poem is dedicated to a person who I’ll always love, and who showed me the meaning of unconditional love. (SBH)
Your love is a steady stream of water
carving away at my mountain of insecurities
Your love is a fierce gust of wind
wearing down my fears and past hurts
Your love is erosion
in the most beautiful way
(late 2019 or early 2020)
No longer do I want to choose lovers
based on the fantasy of healing them
or of them healing me
I want someone
with whom I can walk side by side,
providing each other company
while we both heal ourselves
No longer do I want the sugar high
of consuming each other like candy
I want the difficulty and fulfillment
of nourishing each other like broccoli seeds
*I borrowed the broccoli seed metaphor from Gesturing Toward Decolonial Futures’ “Broccoli Seed Agreement.” Please check out their work! They’re amazing!
sometimes, I feel at peace looking back
like our relationship served its purpose
and sometimes, I feel utterly disquieted
like that purpose was to haunt me
a girl wearing a long, loose, flowered skirt
and combat boots
walked by me in the library.
is exactly the persona I want to adopt:
You need to know
that I want peace and love in the world
will fuck shit up
to make that happen.
“Power without love is reckless and abusive, and love without power is sentimental and anemic. Power at its best is love implementing the demands of justice, and justice at its best is power correcting everything that stands against love.”
–Martin Luther King, Jr.
when I lament to God, “why I can’t have him?”
she explains that it’s because
I must learn to embrace having myself
I will not accept
half of your heart
in a shady alleyway.
To be my lover,
you must give me your whole heart
on a sunlit street.
Music is my lover
I will spend my whole life trying to understand her
and yet she’ll always remain a mystery to me
She drives me mad
but brings me so much joy
that I don’t mind
I loved you so much
and it’s such a shame
that love wasn’t enough
to save us
This poem is a response to/continuation of my last poem 🙂
maybe I’d want
to be a mixture
in some ways
and a compound
I can’t deny
often changes us
the type of change,
that can be a really
P.S. If there happen to be any grammar nerds reading this who are willing and able to help me…..
Assuming we’re following standard American English rules, how would you structure the last sentence of the poem in terms of commas and semicolons? I was pretty stumped there. 😀