Willow leaves sagging
Into stagnate pond water
New moon shimmering

3/4/26
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Morning argument,
If by evening forgiven,
Is still a lesson.

3/3/26
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Pressed rose in the fridge,
Like my love for you, it’s kept.
Could you accept it?

3/2/26
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His vision, impaired,
Never allowed stargazing.
No fresh perspective.

3/1/26
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The phoenix must fall
Before she rises up again
Or she is less than.

3/1/26
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I held a girls heart once
And found it ill fitting.

So it was returned.

I gave you my heart
And you found it flawed.

So it was returned.

Now I hold my own heart
And find it lonely,

With no one to turn to.

A world ran by men
Whose grip is stronger than their
Morals and virtues.

Exhaustion settles
The light limps into my eyes
There’s still much to do.

Do you think ducks can live off breadcrumbs?
Then why is it that all you’ll give me?
Am I worth less than a duck to you?

I, comfortable with my stipend,
Grew afraid to fly from the pond and
I just realized that I’m starving.

I see you once a week
And that’s enough to make
Me desire you again.

A delicacy
Crumbs are not acceptable
All moments with you

I heard she was slaved
until by fate saved,
kindness she then staved
and the world she raved.

So beware of ghost
while passing the coast
lest you be engrossed
as the Widows host.

Have you heard the tale
of the widows wail?
A lass come from hell
to turn men's heart pale.

More than a banshee
was this woman, she
once for her baby
and husband did plea.

But they shot him dead
straight through his shamed head
and though she was bred
was kicked she till blead.

I do have a smile,
but it doesn't really fit right.
I try to be happy,
but it doesn't really sit right.
Tried to make you stay,
but all we ever did was fight.
I swear I’m starving,
But just struggle with my appetite.

Somehow undoes 27 years of
Of your being my mom.
Leaving you in my contacts
Doesn’t change the status
If you’re being gone though.
I still love you.

Hey mom.
It’s been 591 days
Since you left and
Your still the only family
In my favorite contacts.
I tremble every time
I think about removing you.
Like my act of deleting your number

I carry my guilt
like a dagger, in my side,
buried to the hilt.

It needs to come out,
But it will cut me again
When I remove it.

I grip the handle,
Knowing what all is repressed
Beneath the closed wound.

Deep breaths, deeper breaths.
I’m ready to self suture.
Alright. Now let’s go.

Under fluorescent light
My mind battles self tonight.

I’m not and never will be worthy.
I’m a work in progress, making me.

I hate me.
I love me.

I gave up.
I got up.

I failed.
I tried.

I’m the tennis match of temperament,
Wishing refs would call foul on this moment.

I’m a bit late to seeing this, so the feeing has hopefully already passed. Still…

You are the person you are now because you survived all the big scary things in the past. You’ll overcome this one too.

Maybe, I should have left you
As a perfect memory.
Instead, I stayed and chose to
Sully our moment for me.

I’ve learned so much since then.
You’re an amazing tutor
And an even better friend.
A shame to be your suitor.

Still, I’m honored you gave
The time with me which you have.

Would you think it rude
if I begged the universe
let me dream of you

You implied that I overwork
And I don’t mean to be a jerk.
But either I stay with my head
buried in things, pre-occupied,
Or else, when I look up, you’re in
Every sun rise and set, again.

The butterfly feels like
It’s stuck in
Its fucking
Cocoon.

Let it out;
It can’t fly.
Leave it and
It still dies.

I want your heart like
A moth clings to the lamps light.
Unobtainable.

Honestly dysphoria is the worst.

Hang in there!

Tube barbecue chips
Strangers talk in my kitchen
Odd start to new years

My friend, you've inspired
an incredible kindness.
I hope you are well.

I envy those who
Can still sing Auld Lang Syne with
No tears in their cup.

I adore this one!!

Or the lady whose jokes don’t land
And no one seems to understand.

I stopped trying to earn a smile,
Since all I seem to do is rile.

So I say only what I mean,
And then, suddenly, I’m a clown.

I don’t get people. Or maybe,
It’s just that people don’t get me.