You make me a little girl again
A princess dancing in her
Purple floral dress
With my hair in pretty curls,
My hands in dainty white gloves
You give me candy hearts
They speak of love
NaPoWriMo #4
"...But to me the darkness was red-gold and crocus-coloured, With your brightness, And the words you whispered to me, Sprang up and flamed—orange torches against the rain. Torches against the wall of cool, silver rain!" ---Summer Rain, Amy Lowell
You make me a little girl again
A princess dancing in her
Purple floral dress
With my hair in pretty curls,
My hands in dainty white gloves
You give me candy hearts
They speak of love
NaPoWriMo #4
"You're just obsessive",
You spat it out like a second hand curse,
How come I'm not worthy of
Your worn out trust, like her converse
Filled with holes, the glue coming undone
You think I haven't worked for love,
But I'm the one holding onto us
Grasping in the dark to tell you everything
Watching your eyes go soft, then angry
Because when you touched me
I was reduced to weakness
A puddle of blood on the floor,
Knife in my side, your hand inches away
Shifting into a higher gear, plunging
Deeper into my fear, twisting the blade around
Until I can't breathe; what did you want from me?
NaPoWriMo #2, 2023
the soft kiss of
your clothing to my cheek
smell of burning sugar
like this sweetness, ablaze
we are flames, and you are
infatuated with firelight
tell me one morning
my breakfast coffee won't be
filled with reflections
of my dreams, your face
dancing on the dark surface,
eyes of morning light
the cool sky of an early sunrise
the kaleidoscope of the night
turning to day.
NaPoWriMo #1, 2023