Me
I think I’m falling in
love
I’m growing to adore my silhouette
the shape of my closely-trimmed head
the shadow of my eyelashes on my pillow
that I see mid-blink
I’m beginning to dance to the sound
of my own heartbeat
tapping my toes, moving
to the groove of life
I
don’t listen for yours anymore
I
have my own rhythm to follow
I’m falling in love with silence and
with the whisper of my breath
light and precious
as the white wings of a moth
My near-transparent skin, soft as silk
and warm as an August afternoon
in my own hands—I am
my own heal-all
The
webs you weave
they
entrance me
intricately,
yet messily designed
but
they will not hold me
These pale, scarred and calloused,
frail but skilled hands
hold each other
This heart beats for itself, regardless
of whom it may ache for,
and my ears listen
in attentive endearment
~3/17/17
I've been in Ireland for the past two weeks, but I am back and hoping to post every week now (...instead of every month). Also note that the dates written under my poems are when I began working on them. I will probably be posting some that are older and have since been edited. As always, thank you for reading :)
“There is only one corner of the universe you can be certain
of improving, and that's your own self.” ― Aldous Huxley
