Sakkuku

I have words beneath my skin itching within me Like butterflies, newly hatched, trying to force their way out of Still-wet cocoons, Beating wings that have never flown. I have been away far too long, I say,  But I won't be running back to your arms so soon Stretching, beating these new wings, I keep you at arm's length.  My heart got left behind in a bus window And I'm just borrowing this one for now Some days it feels like I'm real and worthy and happy and amazing Some days I'm not convinced I exist Heart-shaped markers on each note Heart-shaped dreams where you're here beside me, but I wake up without you. I didn't know I could fee

For years I have been desperation to put words to page, ink to paper and pixels to screen, emotions bubbling and flowing and overflowing until I cannot stop the flood. The tears would pour forth, poem after poem, until slices of my rage and my anger produced feelings of their own: poem after poem, you can read my heart like an open book, you can read it like a recipe from angsty teenager to depressed adult to future bitch and heartbreaker.  And all those years I lived in heartbreak; and all those years my heartbreak fueled me; and I needed those emotions to survive, to write, to express myself. The stronger the emotion, the more intense the

She makes me want to write poetry every moment She's always the perfect temperature and texture: soft hair in a different colour, curled up on my knee She fits in my arms like my arms were built to be her jacket I would live my life for her a thousand times over Seas crash on rocks and rain pours on little flowers but the world stops when I'm with her And I'm spending time worrying about trying to make her my wife but in my heart she already is all of my thoughts surround her like petals wrapped around the center of a flower all of the colour and beauty around her heart I am in love with her is such an understatement She is love and I have ne

I am finally getting my life together without you: a glass of wine every night instead of a whole bottle; a tear in the shower instead of a shower of tears you are the shadow of my every thought instead of the thoughts themselves; your name lurks on the edges of my heart, staining my blood, red with the oxygen you breathed through my lips; you are a part of me although we are parted:    ways away across fields and streams and faraway lands you sink into my soul like an old favourite song I am star-crossed to be your heartbreak: I am cross to let you go. I taste champagne and think of your lips, and kiss our memories goodbye I will hold you

And here I am, half asleep and half awake, and it's six am and I have been awake since noon, and I think the sun my rise before my eyelids set. I think I love you more every minute. And that's crazy, because I loved you from the beginning. I'd like to say I loved you from first sight, but there was a moment we met before we met and I saw you as beautiful but you were with someone else and I wasn't ready for you yet. That was such a weird day. And looking back, I'm glad it happened.  I am even more grateful for that moment I walked into the makeup room and there you were, the new makeup artist, bent over Hope, turning her face to shreds. And